A knock. On glass. Continuous knocking.

You grunted as the bright light shone directly on your sensitive from the sleep eyes. You covered yourself entirely with the double blanket, solving the problem almost completely.

The goddamn knocking.

You pick up your phone and glance at the time. Deciding to not give a for today you drop yourself back on the bed, letting your phone land on the ground.

3…

2..

1.

EXAMS.

“!” You jump out of your bed, only to be faced with a raging pigeon on your window, almost making a crack in the glass.

Sigh.