Not sure what I read, but it’s amazing in its own way.
Two lines stand out to me; I became the shaggy beast she cowered from. and the emphasis on wanting that phone to SHUT UP. I assume it was the alarm clock that triggered its destruction.
Very nice writing, because, even though I’m not entirely sure of what’s going on to who, there is a cohesive feeling.
I love it. Perfectly captures the unstable transition between sleep and wakefulness, submerging then emerging across that threshold. And I like the intrusion of self-awareness in the second paragraph.
Also amused by the reaction to his phone alarm – we programme these poor things to do our bidding, and then hate them when they do so.