Charlie doesn't get up for school

The harsh yell of the alarm clock pierced Charlie's  dreams, tearing him back to the cold reality of the morning. Charlie's hand slammed down the snooze button. He picked up the clock and glared at it from under the bed sheets.  Greeted by a large green '6:30am' he groaned a complaint. 6:30 was to early a time to exist. He needed to get up for school but now is to early. Now is not a time to not be asleep. Now Charlie is dead. Now Charlie is a burrito. He turned over and went back to sleep.

The fucking end