November Challenge Day 5 | #nanowrimo

Something was happening. Mac struggled against the confusion and darkness and reached for the thing that seemed to be the root cause of the perturbance. A loud clatter brought her closer to a sense of reasonality. Forcing her concrete-laden lids open a crack, she rolled over, leaned over the side of the bed, and picked up the cellphone now creating even more ruckus by vibrating against the wood floor as the alarm continued to beep at her that it was time to get out of bed and become a productive human being again — or some semblance thereof.