*hits the alarm and immediately retreats back into bed*

The song from the alarm to set the mood

↓ Transcript
A digital alarm ticks over from 5:59 in the morning to 6.
A song blasts from the clock singing "I'm so sick of me, wake up and hate to breathe"

before anymore could play, a hand slams down on the clock; silencing it.
Damian is in bed, recoiling back from his strike and looking a mess.

His groggy, hair covered face stares emotionless into the dark of the winter morning.
The only light is from the neon glow of his clock. Damian looks like he needs far more sleep than he actually got.