Living in a Dream

Just Getting Started

The day started like any other as you rose from the dead 2 hours earlier than necessary. Groggily greeting Taylor who once again pulled an all-nighter to try and fix their sleep schedule. They're making their usual protein shake, or as you both like to call it 'sand'. You head straight to the coffee maker only to notice it's already done brewing.

"Good morning starshine the earth says hello. Started your god-awful coffee for you." They call over their shoulder as they head into the bathroom to continue their morning routine. Taylor, your non-romantic husband/wife/partner that you adore in only a platonic way. It started as a joke but now you two are unofficially married, froggie rings and all.

"Mhmm thanks..." You carefully put together your overly sweet coffee before you drift over to the couch. You notice an empty cup on the coffee table, knowing damn well who's it was and what it was.

"Oh, my fucking god Bink, again?" The telltale sound of Taylor yelling at Morgan, who is fondly called Bink, through the bathroom door only confirms your suspicions. With a heavy sigh you sit against the arm of the couch and tuck your legs up onto the cushion. With the remote you snagged you turn on the tv glancing at the digital clock on top of the flatscreen. 5:04 am, way too early for the ruckus behind you, but no different from the days before.

"Morgan, I SWEAR TO GOD! We agreed that you have to wait for us to use the bathroom before you go assblasting it!" The only response from the lactose-intolerant masochist inside is obnoxious laughter. The mostly mute little shit that you could never hope to replace... because they wouldn't let you even if you tried. Can't tell if they'd be your child in your's and Taylor's faux relationship, or the dog. Anyways...

You've always been thankful for the lack of neighbors to disturb with your little group's shenanigans. That or they just don't care or something.

But back to the issue at hand.

The weather forecast calls for tropical downpours by the time you three have to be on the road. Wonderful. Perfect weather for a day like today. A day where there may finally be some change.

You leave the remote and half empty coffee at the low table as you stand to head to your room. When you near Taylor at the bathroom door who has resided to scrolling on their phone as they wait. You knock on the door and call out to Morgan.

"Hey, we need to be there a little early today, there is a storm coming and I don't feel like driving through it. So, you're gonna have to speed up your... business so we can get ready." You go to walk away before turning back," Also, open the window in there to let that stank out please." You hear their call of understanding before you turn again.

Once in your room you debate on whether or not you should wear makeup. You don't wear it too often, but you feel like it may help serve as a pick-me-up for today. Typically wearing makeup helps... well more like forces you to keep a positive attitude. You might need it today. You settle on some simple eyeliner, mascara, and a colored chapstick. Not that you wear much more than that out anyways. One of these days you really need to go to work dressed the way you want; dark clothes and makeup in your sudo-goth style. Too bad you don't want to be fired since it is a colorful family friendly establishment.

You tuck some spare clothes into your work bag along with your earbuds and charger... now what else? Plain shirt, jeans, socks, music, charger, and... Oh yeah, your pain medicine just in case and your deodorant. After you dress yourself in similar clothes, in black of course, and clean yourself up as best you can without your bathroom essentials, as well as grabbing your bag and shoes along with your favorite comfy jacket and daily medicine, you're mostly ready for today.