The Fighter
His eyes opened in startling fashion as the alarm clock blared on his nightstand. What should have been a wakeup call sounded more like the somber ringing of church bells. He blinked slowly, staring up at the ceiling lethargically, and for a fleeting moment he felt nothing. His hand reached haphazardly to his alarm, where, finally reaching it, the sound ceased, and he was left in total silence. He propped himself up and sat at the edge of the bed. His long legs stretched to the floor where his feet lay firmly on the ground.