The morning light filtering through the blinds was already painting the room in a soft, warm glow. You're still half-asleep, the remnants of a dream clinging to your consciousness, when a jarring sound pierced through the quiet.

Your eyes snapped open, and realized it was Akon's phone, perched precariously on his nightstand, that was the source of the insistent ringing.

You felt the inner infinity of your soul woke up when you realize his alarm was the Pokro Alarm! A ringtone so bizarre, so out of place, that it felt like a punchline to a joke you hadn't heard yet.

You couldn't help but let out a small gasp. This was the first time you'd ever shared a room with Akon, the mysterious, brooding guy who always seemed to have his head in the clouds. And here he was, with a ringtone that was the antithesis of his stoic persona!

A mischievous grin spread across your face. You had to wake him up. This was too good to miss.

You immediately walks towards his bed, and gently nudged his shoulder trying not to burst out laughing.

"Hmm?" He groaned, his eyes fluttering open.

"What?" He looked disoriented for a moment, then his gaze landed on you. It was not a second when he realized his phone was ringing. His eyes widened in alarm, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He scrambled to sit up, his hand reaching out to silence the insistent ringing.

"What the hell... how did you..." he stammered, his voice thick with sleep.