Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

The white-haired girl

A silent room, white walls, a white worktable with a white chair, a white wardrobe, two white shelves full of books, a keyboard and a white wooden bed with a person sleeping on it. Everything was peaceful, white snow fell outside.
BEEP BEEP
The girl in the bed yanked up, feeling for her alarm clock and snoozing it. Then she fell back onto the bed, turned around and fell asleep again.
Everything was quiet. The only sound was a silent buzzing coming from the fridge in her apartment.
BEEP BEEP
The girl shot up again, banging her head on the wall. Mumbling curses, she reached for her alarm clock and switched it off.

Carefully, she lifted her feet out of her bed and placed them on the cold ground. She stood up, zig-zacking through the room to find the light switch. A hand against her head she switched the lights on. She mumbled something again, then went into her bathroom.
After she had splashed some cold water onto her face, she was a bit more awake. Heading back into her main room, containing kitchen, living- and bedroom, she thought about what to eat.
An hour later, she had eaten, put on some make up and dressed. Stupid enough exactly in this order so she was trying to get some of the concealer out of her pullover. She grabbed her backpack, put on her headphones and started her music. Almost forgetting her keys, she left the apartment.
Soft snow landed in her short white hair. It had always been white. Apparently she had a melanin dysfunction or some nonsense like that. Listening to the bass in her ears, she walked through the streets.
Her hands were stuffed into her pockets and one hand always fiddled around with the keys in her right one. It was still dark but the snow made it seem like it was at least a little bit brighter. It was six in the morning. Well, at least it was Friday! Tomorrow she could sleep as long as she liked.
Mouthing the words to the song that was currently playing, the girl with the short white hair arrived at the empty bus station.
The way into town wasn't long, ten minutes and she was there. She entered a giant glass building. On the ground floor there was an entrance hall with a receptionist. The next two floors above were for a design company, then a few floors of lawyers and other businesses. The entrance hall was about three times the size of her apartment. Marble floor and pastell coloured walls with soft blue stripes every now and then. A few plants stood in the corners.
The reception was made of some kind of black, shimmering stone. The girl approached. "ATDM, please.", Her voice was soft. "Show your allowance please.", the voice of the receptionist was nicely deep. He held his hand out to the girl. She just pulled her pullover collar down so he could see the tattoo under her right collarbone.
"Very well.", He grinned and pressed a few buttons. An elevator behind him opened up. The girl moved around the reception and got in. The doors closed. "Name please.", a monotone voice sounded. "Alex." "Valid. Going down."