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Virgil's mind swirled in an incoherent mush as it slowly registered the sound of his alarm clock's piercing wail. The wretched machine seemed to shriek forever, ripping him away from the blissful rest he needed so badly. He could have sworn he had just gone to bed a few minutes ago. But his clock knew better, and, like always, it showed him no mercy... "Uh...unnnh..." he groaned as he summoned his arm muscles to strike at the invisible sound, prodding for the switch that would silence the hateful thing's cries. His arm flailed blindly toward it, managing to knock over his telephone, lamp, and anything else on his nightstand that wasn't nailed down. At last he hit the elusive switch, and as his exhausted arm fell against the side of his bed, the clock fell silent. Despite his body's best efforts to prevent it, his heavy eyelids slowly opened and tried to focus on his surroundings. The warm light from outside hurt...He wished he had shut the drapes. Virgil stared at the ceiling, slowly getting used to being awake. He was in his own boarding room, on the third floor of Archbury Wing. A glance at the clock: 7:56. Damn! He would be late again. College was so hard. His teachers in high school used to love telling him how bright he was, how he would be a great success, but now that didn't seem to be doing him any good; they were all so far away now. He gave his classes everything he had and still he was failing. And now that he had taken a job at Furdor's Grocery as a stockboy to shoulder the cost he hardly got any sleep at all.

"God I'm so, so tired..." Virgil murmured as he dressed himself to do it ...

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