My bedroom.
Morning.
I awake. There is light creeping in around the edges of my black curtains.
I look at the clock. It flashes 1:26.
Power cut.
So what time is it really?
I roll across my bed and onto the floor. I slither up the dresser and claw my watch from the surface.
It’s about 7.30. I have woken up at pretty much the time that my alarm would have gone off.
I go back to bed. Now I’ve got the perfect excuse for a lie in.