indefinite love (jean x fem!reader)

five

I immediately struck up from the slumber I was in, to be surrounded in complete darkness. I didn't know the time, but surely it was late. Incredibly late.

I moved my hair away from my face, and started to search for my phone. I know I had it with me, just no idea where it was.

I patted my hand along the bed in every corner, as I felt my fingernails tap against the hard surface of my case. I grabbed onto it and pressed the power button, letting the screen glow up brightly.

I focus my eyes on it, reading

4:23 AM

What?

I had no idea how I was supposed to sleep anymore, knowing I'd be tired when I go to work later today.

I felt energized now, there was no way I could sleep again.
And so I slid myself off my bed, and decided to have something to eat, since I never ate last night.

I found cereal, which led me to make a bowl of cereal, just an extra-early breakfast.

When I walked into the living room, I could see the moon shining through the windows, lighting my face up. I took my spoon and dumped it in my cereal, taking bites while I glanced at the moon.

I had nothing better to do.

I could clean my room?
At 4:30? No.

Wash dishes?
No, too much noise.

Get ready for work?
That's in 3 hours.

I pondered about how to spend my time, while I heard my spoon clink against the bowl, revealing nothing but a few pieces of cereal.
I finished it off and loaded my dirty bowl into the sink gently.

I had decided on what to do, and it was to watch videos on my phone or scroll through Tik Tok.
I slumped back into my room, and plopped myself on the bed, and began to waste time.

-

I hadn't even noticed the sun rising, as I was lost in my phone.
But once I shut it off, I could see my room shining brightly.

Time to get ready.

I immediately picked up my phone once again, to see the time say;
7:42

Shit, shit, shit.
I have no time to get ready.

I threw my phone onto my bed, and dashed over to my wardrobe, to look for a white button-up and my black work pants.
I scavenged through my drawers, to find a white button-up, but no black pants.

I didn't even have a normal pair of black pants, the closest I had was a black...skirt.
I haven't worn one in months, the last time I wore it was because my friend wanted me to, but maybe I have to do it again.

I could wear my pants from yesterday, even though they're dirty, and coffee spilt all over them...

I couldn't, I had to wear black pants or skirts or anything black, and it was all I had.

I sighed, as I took my sweatpants off and pulled up the skirt. As I put the button-up on, I looked at my body from every angle. The skirt wasn't very revealing, and I was glad about that. It had stopped at the middle of my thigh.

I climb across my bed and grab my phone, seeing it was 7:52.

I hurried to brush my hair and teeth, while I grabbed my bags and headed to the door. I shoved my shoes on hastily, not bothering to even tie them up.

I hauled the door open and began to speed-walk down the hall, to the nearest elevator.

I checked my phone to see 7:54.