Shazi and the Demons of the First Order (Book 1)

Sari

My alarm buzzed, waking me up from my dream like it had for the past seven years. I rolled to my side and groaned, my hand passing over to the snooze button on my alarm. Already six a.m and I haven't fully woken up yet. Getting up slowly from my bed, I twist my neck to the side, stretching it and hearing the way it cracked slightly. I glanced at my alarm and saw the red numbers glow in the darkness of the room, and decided that it was time to fully wake up. So I slipped my feet into my slippers and walked over to my curtains, and pulled them aside. 

I was immediately blasted over by bright sunshine and I hissed, backing away from the window; I'm not even a vampire and the sun still manages to sting my eyes in the morning. 

After putting on my bathrobe, I headed out of my room and already saw that the coffee maker was on, making my daily source of caffeine. I sighed with relief at the sound of the dripping brown liquid and watched the way it fell into the cup right below the dripper. I grabbed the bag of bread near the corner of the kitchen and took out two slices of bread, then stuffed them both into the toaster and pushed down the lever. I closed back up the bag of bread and pushed it back to its original spot, then looked around miserably at my apartment. 

White walls, gray kitchen, marble floors. I really need to live more. 

Is this how a single person is supposed to live anyway?

When the coffee maker had finished pouring the last remaining droplets into my cup, I grabbed the mug and placed it on the small table behind me. Taking out a small plate from one of the nearly-empty cabinets, I placed it in front of me and waited patiently. When the toast jumped nearly out of the toaster, I tried to grab it but it burned my fingers, so I grabbed a fork from one of the drawers and took out the pieces of toast from the toaster onto my plate. 

Bringing over the toast to the small table, I sat down and was about to take a sip of my coffee, when I just realized I forgot to take out the garbage last night. 

Groaning, I slammed my now-half-filled coffee cup on the table and got up from my seat. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, then walked down to the elevator. I pressed the button to go down and waited, my hands fisted at my sides.

"Are you alright, young lady?" a voice asked beside me.

Looking to my left, I saw Mr. Samuel, a nice and kind old man whose wife gives me cookies every other weekend, standing there with a smile on his face. I put on my best smile, despite the fact that it was six in the morning.

"Yup. Perfectly fine." I said, then stared forward.

"Aren't you cold in those garments? It's five degrees colder than it usually is in this hallway." Mr. Samuel said, and then glanced at his watch.

Upon realizing that I was still in my pajamas and bathrobe, I groaned and stomped my foot on the ground.

"Damn it!" I cursed, and made my way back to my apartment.

But by then I just remembered that I had forgotten to bring my keys with me.