Of course, Blake wasn't able to sleep for the rest of the night.
As morning came, he was still pretending to lie down with his eyes closed, even though he had been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours.
Every tiny sound had kept him awake: the hum of the air conditioner, the occasional movement somewhere beyond his door, and even the elevator opening and closing down the hallway.
And, worst of all, the memory of that thing.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Blake immediately pretended to wake up naturally. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and let out a quiet yawn, as he turned off the alarm.
"Ugh..."
He dragged himself toward the bathroom and stared at his reflection.
He didn't look horrible, considering he had basically stayed awake the entire night.
The makeup had survived surprisingly well.
His hair was still mostly in place.
The dress from yesterday was hanging neatly nearby.
The only problem was obvious... he looked visibly tired.
