"...and a happy new year, for fucksakes"

Ow.

January 1st, 4.15 pm Mark was violently woken up by a single piercing beam of sunlight, penetrating the window of his room and the little gap between the curtains. Instead of getting up and getting rid of his artificial darkness by pulling the curtains aside he turned on the light.

He could reach the switch just by extending his right hand. A very low buzzing noise caught Mark's attention-- and he saw the flickering lightbulb slowly fade to black.
Maybe he said something or maybe he just fell asleep instantly thereafter. If he said something, it might have been: "It'll take weeks to recover."


Another New Year's -- and not a single speck of memory left.