The Alarm she could do without. Characters: Carmel Setting: Her room
Carmel whined deep in her throat as the computer started to wail its alarm. She pulled a pillow uselessly over her ear. Her breath shuddered in and out and for a moment she cried just a little with how utterly, horribly tired she was. She'd been tossing and turning and almost dreaming all night, but she'd finally fallen asleep an hour or two ago, and it had been a good deep sleep for however little it lasted.
She stumbled over to the computer and hit the keys randomly, her head continuing to pound even after the alarm stopped. "I hate you for this, I really do," she whispered, sitting in the chair with a thump, her head in her hands. And she wasn't talking about the information, for she hadn't even bothered to look at it yet. Just that damned alarm. God, she was so damned tired.
Finally, eyes half closed, she catalogued her body and figured she was too awake and her heart pumping too hard to stumble back to sleep anytime soon.
And of course, once she'd read everything, she knew there would be no more sleep for awhile. She flopped back down on her bed, belly first, and curled the pillow under her chin as she peeked out the curtain of her room. Not many people, yet.
Carmel wondered if they'd noticed if she didn't join them. She didn't condone this, and she was so tired. She didn't even want to venture outside to pick up whatever had been left for her. She would do it, but first maybe a shower. Maybe that would help with her head. And copious amounts of make up to hide her exhaustion. God. Please. A few hours sleep, uninterrupted by people or dreams, that was all she wanted.