The sound of an alarm clock woke Charlie up. Blurry-eyed, he searched for the clock and when he found it, he turned off the alarm.
He really needed that sleep. The previous day had been exhausting, for obvious reasons. Now it was a brand new day. One which would probably be just as exhausting as the one he just completed, though.
He sat up and pulled the covers away from him, noticing the woman's pregnant belly as he did.
He hadn't thought of it until then, but when he was in the kitchen during the middle of the night and the sky turned red, nothing had happened to him. He supposed that he thought both the unborn baby and the mother would have merged into one person, but apparently that didn't happen. Perhaps there were rules that prevented it from happening?
Charlie shook his head. Now he was referring to his predicament as a game. This was most certainly not a game. He just wished that the guys running the show could see that. But it was clear that they viewed the human race as some sort of substandard species. As their playthings to do with as they wished.
Charlie hoisted himself out of bed (at least the woman's pregnancy wasn't further along, then he'd really be in trouble) and walked out of the bedroom.
