Wear Underwear

The familiar sound of a phone buzzing against a hard, wooden surface made Marnthe squint. He scrunched his brows and bitterly groaned in protest; not that the incessant device cared for his distaste.

Marnthe grumbled as his arm slipped out from underneath the blanket. His hand padded at the bedside table for his shivering phone.

He grabbed it before it could fall over the edge, lifted it off the bedside table, and swiped a finger across its surface to silence the alarm. His slightly opened eyes barely registered the numbers on the screen.

Marnthe dropped the phone on the bed next to him as he summoned his wits from the depths of sleep.

He usually woke up before his alarm could ring. Slumber held no peace for him in the past few years: just the occasional nightmares and a hazy, hodgepodge of manifestations borne from his daily concerns.