Anthony sighed, turned over, and wearily flung his forearm over his eyes. ‘Why can’t I sleep/’ he asked himself for what felt like the millionth time. ‘I’m certainly tired enough… too tired, perhaps…’
As he adjusted his position yet again, the red numerals of the clock on his bedside table caught Anthony’s eye, causing him to let out another long sigh. He rolled onto his left side, hoping for less visual distraction, but now his gaze fell upon the blue-green symbols glowing from the front of his VCR.
"Aiii! Why must everything have a digital clock these days?" he groaned.