It was the sunlight coming through the window that woke Alex up
 mother nature's own alarm clock rudely snapped him back to consciousness. The white light poured in so arrogantly that it was too much for his eyes to handle. Squinting did not seem enough to defend against it and the light slipped between his fingers when he held up his hand in an attempt to shield his eyes.
J.C. Joranco, Halfway to Nowhere