What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

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"Ugh. Don't talk to me otherwise, the building will collapse..." I mumble to no one in particular, hugging into the faint smell of Aslan. 

Today's early morning appears young and lively. My knees are pink from scraping myself from my bed to the dining room just ahead. When I got on the rough kitchen floor, I slumped my back onto the chilly floor; his jacket blanket-ed over my face, arms and legs outward wide as I breathed out, closing my eyes. 

"Good morning, morning owl. Nice suit you got there." From the sound of her steps, Ginni walks out of the bathroom and opens the fridge for a bottle of cold water, pouring it in a glass. I could feel her smirk out of the second sentence she said. When I opened my eyes, looking out the peek opening and to my right, my eyes followed Ginni to the table, where she stared down at containers of food while still sipping her water.

She sets the glass down, opens the containers, and microwaves it. "Looks like you had a good day out?" She leans against the stove while the microwave on the counter spins the food to heat it. I sit up, hugging the jacket, whining as I squeeze my back with one hand from the ache. "El couldn't sit still for two seconds! The guy ran around like he was on drugs- Ow!?"  I failed to catch the rubber ball Ginni threw at me from the counter, so I apologized with my voice low. I mean, he did seem- I saw Ginni glaring at me, so I just crawled to the bathroom to take care of my business. 

" Ahh...Nothing's like a good shower to wake you." I walked to Ginni, who was all ready to go, the table cleaned with leftovers for me. I grabbed and ate what was left before getting the cup of coffee she made each. Still in robes, I cleaned the table, vacuumed and put away everything that had no business being in a different spot. I was doing an awesome job until I just froze, body frozen still on the spot. Fuck. I need to get to work, why am I suddenly not able to do anything! I'm sure I slept plenty. Is exhausting taking over?

I walked to the couch so slowly, assuming the day as already ended at this point. With my eyes closed, my hand grasped the top of the couch; feeling a wet cloth on there. I just sigh-ed and walked into my room to get ready, not bothering to put more things away; it seems I didn't put everything away that had no business being in a different spot. 

It couldn't really be helped, the balcony is so small, there was room on the clothing dry rack but it still did an amazing job, until it somehow flew during a bad weather when neither of us were home. We bought another one, that got stolen... Then, we made a rope however we could around the balcony, then our clothes got stolen...So now, washed clothes were drenched out of excessive water and onto the couch. Sigh...I slump myself into my bed from the exhaustion that came out of nowhere. 

No- I was gonna curse myself to get the fuck up because this isn't the time for it, yet even my mind is so exhausted, I can't complain. I'll explain my absence later, I slowly pushed my hand against the soft sheet trying to get to the blanket when I felt something around in between my legs...and that's when I fucking knew. My sheets are white!

Somehow, with however the fuck strength I got I ran to the bathroom, get a sanitary pad, wings, from the drawer of the sink and sat my ass on the toilet. 

Ah! Motherfucker, I won the race! Not even a hint of blood on my underwear! I took care of my business; sticking the pad onto the underwear and pressing the wings behind the underwear. If only they were long enough to be glued to each other, otherwise these fuckers wouldn't so easily un-stick off the underwear.

After washing my hands, leaving my bed a mess it already was, I looked around for anything else that needed to be care for. After getting dressed I head out and just one look at the clock, I've wasted enough time to be late in the next fifteen minutes. I shouldn't ditch the shop, everyone's working hard.

When I open the shop door, a bell rang. I was ready to apologize for, well, almost being a minute late but I got pushed forward from behind and into the customer's kitchen. I was stunned at first, there was a small line outside but I thought it was a long line for another shop, the inside is full of customers as well as the customer's kitchen. 

"We're just lucky you arrived. We're a staff short, so do your best!" Avla patted my back so roughly, my spine must've positioned itself right. 

After whining and sitting squatted due to the angry pain in my back, I looked around and walked to other spaces in the café to see who must've forgotten they've to work. 

"Mena's the one who's out?" I look to Alva who's making a drink for a customer. She takes her time on it, preparing it well, making sure the customer gets it before looking back at me. 

"What?" I just stare at her for a few seconds, in the nostalgic chaos, a memory reminded back to school cafeteria times. When she looked even more clueless, no remembering what I asked her, I repeated myself only to be interrupted within seconds because, somehow, she remembered the question.

"Yeah. Aima, that cutie niece of hers, caught a fever and she thought it'd be best to stay home with her." Aima got sick?! 

"Jooooo, don't cry now..." Alva keep patting the mountains into my backbone, increasing my debt of medical bills, just the thought of it is terrifying. 

"Al..va.." I stare at the ground, upset and eyes wide so hard they'd dry up.

"Is this supposed to be comforting!?" I slapped her hand off me, taking my shame into the guest room when I realized I opened the exterance door: everyone was staring at me. Into the guest room I went, looked the door, didn't care that there was a patient; slipping under the covers, "I'm sorry in advance," and tried to sleep the shame off in a stranger's arm.

In seconds I was dragged out, apron on putted on and pushed to make orders. I don't know how the door was unlocked. At this point, my mind became so blank I couldn't even think except to repeat every word for an order, all conversation I was able to focus on, all greetings and good-byes I bid. When I was free to take off my apron, approaching the guest room I feel it's lock so I took a spare key out, slowly open the door when I realize the person was sleeping.

Quietly, I opened the closet and took a laptop from the top selves, got out and locked the door. Because it's now early in the morning, it kind of settled down but in a couple hours it'll be filled once more. Many people have morning jobs. We're also open late enough for those who take an all-nighter, giving them spare time to get some rest in the guest room or something to eat. Since it's a café, they could heat up their food. 

Our system timing; opening and closing hours was decided through a survey we had our customers take. The earliest people are awake to the latest concluded the timing along with my employees. On a wednesday, people are up the earliest and so are we until 2p.m., break time for three hours and we're back open.  At least three to four people work during most sheducles, less at night but there'll still be someone around for safety purposes. It's best to be cautious, safe street or not.

I took my laptop, dragged my feet and sat down next to a window. I'm pretty scared of the night most times, especially when I look so deeply at a spot and my brain makes up made-up creatures or eyes that pierce through me. 

Thud. My head fell onto the table, resting for half an hour before my fingers got to work; typing so fast on the laptop keyboards. 

In a millisecond, my tired hand bumps into a solid object and in a spark of time I hear it coming in contact with the ground. . .