A short story
“These late nights at the office are going to kill me,” he thought, pulling down the covers of the bed. In one quick motion, he crawled in, turned out the light and pulled up the covers. The gentle night noises sooth him; the rythmic ticking of the clock make his eyelids droop.
He sucks in a quick breath in fear and opens his eyes wide into the darkness.
“I don’t have a clock..”