NANOWRIMO 2007 [3rd installment]

Adam laid steady and silent on his back, letting the cool breeze of his ceiling fan circulate throughout his room. Linking his fingers together, he cradled the back of his skull with his soft untrained hands, hands that after a few weeks of training would become trained weapons of combat. He thought about the many things that troubled him; that he was unsure of. He pondered about basic training, and whether or not Adam thought that he was mentally prepared enough to go into combat. He reminded himself that this was the purpose of basic training and quickly felt at ease; blissfully gliding off into a deep sleep.
No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the persistent buzzing was completely relentless in perforating the outer surface of his ear drums. They furiously vibrated against one another as they took in the infuriating sound. Adam rolled over on his side and groaned at the clock on his nightstand which shone a radiant, neon, three forty-five. He laid over on his back again and contemplated answering the clocks request. Grasping that he had no say in the matter, Adam slid out of his cocoon of comfort and drunkenly stumbled into the bathroom.