Reluctant Luna

Jumping out of bed!

Calla
That alarm needs to die the death of a thousand suns! I reach over and hit snooze. I don't REALLY need to iron today...
BEEP!
I hit snooze again. I'll just eat a banana on the way to work. Snooze.
BEEP!
I can brush my teeth and shower at the same time. Snooze.
BEEP! I look at the time. CRAP! Ughe. I jump out of bed and trip on whatever I left on the floor the night before. Grab my uniform, hang it on the towel rack and turn the shower on as hot as possible. I tie my hair on top of my head hoping another day of no shampoo won't make me look like I'm on the verge of being a tweaker.
The shower hadn't reached hot or even warm when I got in. I screamed hoping that would alleviate the chill. I deserve it for snoozing the way I did.
I pondered my responsibilities I needed to get done at work that day hoping I wouldn't forget in my constant state of rushing. I have a lot of hope this morning.
It took me 12 minutes to shower, and be dressed from actual wake up time. My clothes were sticking to me from either not being dry enough to clothe myself or sweat from the scrambling, nudging and bumping I did this morning.
My place is small so I always end up with a bruise or two from bumping into something while I get ready. When I say small. I'm not saying small like one of those sheik tiny houses. I'm talking about a converted shed. It had a bed, desk, small counter a few storage dressers, a bathroom just big enough for a toilet and a shower. I have a tiny sink next to my desk. It's small, but it's mine. As I leave and lock up, I look back to my shed and sigh. But I don't linger long because I can't be late for work!
I jump on my moped and take off. I have my license, but there was no way I'm in getting stuck paying a car note.
I get to work with 7.2 minutes to spare. That is 7.2 minutes of sleep I could have had.
The pack house wasn't in motion yet. I walk to the back office where my daily assignments were placed in a folder each evening. I pull it out and begin to read the list. I'm going over the items and frown at the unexpected extra work.
Deep clean the 3rd floor suite.
"Calla"
I jump! "Holy Mother of Godzilla!" I turn and Cheryl, the Gamma's wife, and my boss, was giving me a pointed look. "What!? I mean think of what kind of birthing pains she went through."
Cheryl thinks for a few seconds. "I think she laid an egg."
That got me thinking. "Do you think there are dormant zilla eggs hiding in the depths of the ocean just waiting to be disturbed by a Japanese submarine?"
She stares at me then eyes the folder in my arms. "I wanted to talk to you about that last item."
"The suite?"
She nodded.
"The Alpha suite?"
"Yes."
"Wow."
"I don't trust the Omegas preparing it. They might leave their used panties in the mattress" She turns to the desk to rummage through it.
"Gross" I shutter. "I never understand their antics."
"They are the lowest ranked. Getting the alpha in bed is a badge of honor." She smiled at me. "And I know you won't cause drama." She handed me a key ring with key on it. "You and only you have access to this room until he leaves and our lives return to normal." Cheryl sighs. "Hopefully."