It was a cold January morning, my alarm invaded my dream as if it was a part of it, until I realised that it wasn't going to stop. I slowly opened my eyes and slapped the buzzing demon off the bed side table
"Whack!!" ... in an attempt to silence the clock faced ticking machine who just stole my dream.
"Julian!" shouted the missus,
"Keep it down I'm trying to sleep for goodness sake". I looked at her thinking how come she doesn't have to wake up, forgetting school wasn't open yet and she didn't have to go into work...
"Teachers.." I thought, far too many holidays
