Strange Days

The beeping of the alarm seeped into John's dreams, and as he slowly swam up to waking consciousness, he lashed out. His arm, lurching and sleepy, smacked the snooze button of his alarm clock. He groaned slightly to himself as he became more aware of his surroundings.

"Only a couple more weeks," he chanted several times, as if it were some kind of mantra.

The "couple more weeks" he referred to were those left until his graduation from high school.

John rubbed the sleep from his eyes, opening them on his messy, large attic room. Clothes were strewn about everywhere, an electric guitar and amp sat in one corner; a desk with a laptop sat in another; against one wall was his parents old couch (the first one they bought when they were married), and in front of that was a fairly new, fairly large-screened TV.

He glanced at the alarm clock. It was 7:00 AM, and the early summer sun was shining in through the east window of his room.