What is Love?

Chapter 6

Sun-rays peek through the curtains spreading across my white bed sheets. I lay in silence for a while with my eyes closed just listening to the peaceful sounds of London's mornings- Birds chirping, street venders selling their artifacts, feet against the rubble pavement, buses screeching to a stop, passangers unloading and loading eager to get to their destination, friends greeting one another, the wind wishtling its good morning. Some might find these sounds disruptive and irritable but i see them as a vital part of my morning. I stay like this for about ten minutes and finally rise up and wipe the sleep out of my eyes. The first thing my eyes land on is the time on the clock.

9:34.

Shoot!

I have a meeting at Youtube headquarters in about 20 minutes.

My time management skills are slowly becoming like Asmarie's.

I toss my sheets off me and put my prosthetic on as quickly as possible. I jog to the bathroom and begin to run a bath. While the bathtub fills i sprint to my closet. My eyes search the large selection of clothes for an acceptable outfit.

'Ugh whatever." I reach for the closest thing in my closet- a grey long sleeve crop top and a white skirt the stops about mid thigh. I lay the ensemble on the bed. Now time for the hair. I walk up to the bathroom mirror. I jump back startled by the mop of hair on my head. My hair does NOT look  good in the mornings. I run a brush through the matted black hair and throw it up in a pony tail. I glance at the results and give it a half satisfied shrug and undress. I set my body against the now full porcelain tub, take my leg off, hop in the tub, defunk, and hop out.

Five minutes late I'm dressed with a full face of make up on. I pull up the time on my phone. 

9:48. 

Yikes.

12 minutes till the meeting starts.

Okay my train leaves in 5 minutes. Time to put some pep in my step.

"Bye Charlie!" I kiss his paw and head out the door to the elevator.

Ding!

My phone buzzes in my purse.

Its a message from Zoe.

You almost here? We are all waiting 4 u lol

Crap

Yeah ill be there in like 5 minutes *thumbs up emoji*

Okay maybe i was stretching the truth a little. More like 20 minutes.

Could this elevator go any slower? 

I furiously hit the lobby button repeatedly

I finally reach the lobby and jog/wobble the best i can to the station.

Turn after turn, dodging person after person , i get to the station and slide through the train doors just as they close. The train jolts foward and begins its way to west London.

I scan the packed space for a seat to rest in but i see none.

It was a mistake to run in leg that is not designed for so. The foot attached to the leg i currently have on doesnt flex the way a normal foot does, it stays flat. When you run with the wrong leg it changes to weight diplacement of the leg and the way you walk.

I hang on to the closest rail and shift my weight to my left leg so im barely leaning on the right until the train stops. The doors screech open and i bolt out, race around the corner, and  into the doors of the Youtube headquarters.

"Hi welcome to Youtube HQ! How can i help?" the perky blond receptionist greets me.

" Yeah hi what room is the youtuber represintative meeting in?" I frantically blurt out.