Twintastrophe
The alarm blared from the tiny phone's speakers beside my head. I fumbled around until I felt the cold plastic of the case and swiped the screen. Immediately, the sound of the alarm stopped and I contemplated returning to my peaceful slumber. That idea was dashed rather quickly, however, for I knew I had to get myself on a regular schedule if I was ever going to get a job. Lazily I slipped from the bed, practically rolling out, and grabbed my glasses from the bedside table and put them...