The Start Of A Day Slightly Newer Than Some Of You Would Have Thought

Unending BE - episode 850

A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then faded into the night. (It probably was fog, given that it was still two hours until the sunrise - after all, it was the middle of winter, and regardless of continents and eras, 56th parallel is pretty far north. (Up in Canada, people don't live at all at latitudes so far - but that's another story...) But let's dismiss this thought - surely, in this kind of a story, something magical just has to happen, doesn't it? :-) )
A man was lying sleeping in a bed, some covers pulled up to his chin and the other ones pushed down to his knees. Don't ask me how he got that way - even he didn't know, but it seemed to happen to him almost every morning.
The digital alarm clock next to him showed "6:59", then quietly flipped to "7:00" and began to loudly buzz. Catching up with the fact that no one appeared to wake up, it remembered the century and the just recently started decade and, with a thick accent no one seemed to ever place, said: "It's time to get up! The time is seven o'clock!" As if understanding the story it was in, it almost said "seven o'cock" - though even those who catched the fact would have dismissed it to the accent, as they did every time.

Alex was asleep, and almost at the end of a very exciting dream, when the loud speaking of the alarm woke him up.
He blinked his eyes a few times, rolled over and turned off the alarm. For the next few minutes, he was trying to get himself in a mood that was good enough to actually get up from the bed. So he started thinking about his favorite fictional characters (those thoughts were often getting him so excited he was jumping out of sheer excitement; of course, he expected a smaller dose now).
The amount of his favorite fictional characters was so big, it would have taken minutes to even list all of them, so, as usual, he just chose five or ten at random; though, since he could normally read - and think - at the speed of over 20 kilobytes of text per minute, there were over 50 of them in his thoughts anyway*.

*(By the way, most of them were too obscure for about 99% of the people currently reading this to ever hear of. (If you really want - let's mention a few: Mergione Pager; Luaky Commer; Samuel Tilden; Theodore Ironside; Othniel Canada; Yury Shevela; Colt Browning. (By the way, one of them is more obscure than fictional, and the other six are from only three different fictional works, two for each. First to correctly guess the break-up will be awarded... something. (Suggestions welcome.))))

Another few minutes went by. He was probably getting late. He still didn't know why the heck there even was an alarm, in the middle of winter holidays - or was it summer holidays? But still, he had to get up. And, finally, he actually started to do it.

And so Alex almost got up, when suddenly he...

  1. *remembered it was his best friend's birthday.
  2. decided to go back to sleep to try to catch the end of his dream.
  3. heard his grandmother telling him he was going to be late for university.
  4. suddenly realized he wasn't alone in his bed.
  5. became aware that he didn't know where he was.
  6. did nothing, but it didn't matter because something else happened...
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