Color Blind

Strength & Guidance

4/1/22
November "Tiana" Prince
San Francisco, California

"Ugh!" I groaned at the sound of the annoying alarm clock coming from my phone, by the seaside becoming even more annoying each day i had to suffer the pain of waking up to it.

I threw back my covers and rose from my position, a nasty frown on my face while i stared out into the darkness of my bedroom for a second. "Alexa, turn on bedroom light." I demand while yawning lightly, fanning my face afterwards.

I am not one for morning breath, especially not my own. So as soon as Alexa flicked on that light, i slide out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to fix that problem.

I untied the scarf that was literally squeezing my skull, pulling it off of my head along with the bonnet. I ran a hand through my 22 inches of deep curl Cambodian, loving the look of my lace.

I grabbed my hair tie from the sink counter and tied my hair back before glancing at the clock that sat on top of the shelf in my bathroom. 6:45AM.

I have more than enough time to get ready.

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Or so I thought, traffic was so fucking horrible for it to be 7AM. I've probably honked my horn and cursed out the window a number of 700 times in only 10 minutes. People act so damn stupid in the morning, and I'm 100% blaming it on the coffee.

Especially that Starbucks shit, it's killing these people's brains. So much that they merge over 3 lanes without using their blinkers and then get mad when you almost hit them.

Yeah I'm real specific because whoever the hell is in front of me in this grey 2016 Nissan rogue needs their license stripped and thrown in a fucking volcano or something.

My eyes constantly jumped from traffic to the time on the screen of my Apple CarPlay, i was so anxious that I didn't even care about the music that played.

I have a job to get to, that I DESPERATELY need to get to. Or else I'm gonna be back in Oakland on my parents couch. Just the thought of that made me speed up in my lane, it being 7:36 AM and the meeting started at 7:55.

My GPS says I have 11 minutes but who knows what time it'll be when I make it there, find parking, get to the building and through all that bullshit the receptionist is gonna put me through.

That is why I'm speeding on the damn highway, attempting to get to this law firm so I can meet with them. They reached out to me via email, and working with a literal law firm is something I'm never gonna turn down.

Thats a shit load of money for me.

With the way I was driving, it only took me 8 minutes to get to the firm and 3 minutes to park and reach the door. I held my briefcase in my left hand and ran my right hand down my slacks to maintain my sleek look before I opened the door and made my way inside.

It smelled like a library and was as bright as a light, the firm literally having glass for walls so the morning sun beamed down inside the spacious area and lit it up well. I walked along the small path to what was labeled as the check in area, my eyes locking on what I'm praying was the receptionist desk.