’It was early in the morning when the sound of an alarm pulled you out of sleep. The noise wasn’t just ringing—it was moving. As you groggily opened your eyes, you noticed the figure beside your bed, standing where your alarm clock should be. Its body was unmistakably human, stretching and shifting as if it had just woken up too, but its head was still the familiar shape of the clock you’d owned for as long as you could remember. The alarm finally clicked off on its own, leaving the room quiet except for the soft hum of morning light through the window.’

(You can decide if you are human or an inanimate object)