I'm woken by a myriad of light streaming through my bedroom window's blinds. My eyes flutter open, making me wince from the bright sun shining on them. I watch small particles of dust floating in the air as I debate getting out of bed. Laying here all day seems like my best choice.
I roll over to look at my alarm clock. The time 8:47 glows on the digital face. Deciding that now is a good time to start my day, I sit up abruptly. Instantly, a rushing feeling of dizziness takes over my head. Once the aching subsides, I stand up and slowly make my way towards the bathroom.
As I brush my teeth, I think of everything I have going on today. I quickly rush back over to my iHome to see what the date is.
It's October twenty-third. The boys have a gig today, and I get to watch them from backstage. I smile tugs at the corners of my mouth making a bit of toothpaste dribble out. Rushing to the sink, I spit and rinse then start up the shower.
Water vapor and steam slowly build and fill the bathroom with a thick, humid fog. I step into the downpour of water and quickly go through my showering process. After a good fifteen minutes, I'm out of the shower and wrapped in a towel.
Since I don't have to do anything until tonight, I decide to bum it and just put on a simple lazy outfit until I have to actually get dressed. I throw on a white t-shirt and some sweats. Not wanting to bother with contacts, I grab my glasses from my bedside table.
With my hair still in a towel drying, I stay in my room and open up my laptop. I begin to browse apartments in Michael's building and very quickly adjust the price range on the real estate website because I'm too broke for any of that. It's looking like I'll have to stay in this area which is good for work anyways. I don't have to move into the city just yet.
I eventually give up on the house hunt and look at the clock. 9:55. I check my hair which is only slightly damp now, so I remove the towel and put some mousse in it to help the natural curl. Not feeling like bothering with my hair, I put it into two French braids so it will stay out of my way.
After applying a quick coat of mascara and a little concealer, I slip on some sneakers and head out of the house to go get some breakfast. I have the day alone since the boys are busy until tonight, and I consider calling Charlotte. As I'm about to dial her number, I remember that she's working today. Our days off are slightly different; on Fridays she works and I don't, but on Tuesday's she's off and I'm not. It can be a struggle, but we usually just get together on Saturdays or Sunday's when we both don't have to work.
I finally step outside into the beautiful spring weather and can't help but smile. It's such a gorgeous day, and I feel like I have absolutely no responsibilities to worry about. The place I want to eat at is a fifteen minute walk, so I decide to call my mom and talk to her like she asked me to do more.
The phone rings several times before she picks up. Our conversation is very brief, but I fill her in on my whereabouts and plans for this week. She asks how the apartment search is going, and I ask her how my younger sister is. When I arrive at the coffee shop, I say a quick goodbye then head inside.
The aroma of expensive coffee beans being ground fills my lungs, making a smile form on my face. Saying that I have a slight coffee addiction would be an understatement. If I don't get my cup of coffee every morning, my entire routine is messed up and I go insane. After that single cup, I keep drinking more throughout the day. I easily drink an average of seven cups of coffee a day.
Before I even get to the counter, the cashier turns to me with a smile and asks, "the usual?"
I nod and say thank you as I pull the money out of my wallet. Once I've paid, I wait for the girl to make my sandwich and drink. As I study the menu, looking at all of the items I have yet to try, I laugh because I've been coming here regularly for a couple of months now, and I still get the same thing every time; the commuter croissant with it's bacon, egg, cheese, and tomatoes and the frozen vanilla bean cappuccino.
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The Unexpected
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