My Saviour

Fired

You open your eyes, blinking the bright sun away. You slowly sit up and allow your eyes to adjust to your settings.

Your light blue and white polka- dotted covers were in the floor, wadded up. Your white bedside table was filled with cups of old water and whiskey. Your digital alarm clock was flashing at you.

You slowly crawl out of bed and pad into the kitchen. You turn the coffee pot on. You stretch your arms out and feel your tense muscles relax. You put your arms to your side. You make sure the puppy is fed and watered. Stifling a yawn, you slowly make your way into the bathroom.

You undress and turn the hot water on inside the shower. You hop in and let the water pound your skin. You shampoo your hair, letting the lilac- scented soap run from your hair, down your shoulders and chest.

You rinse off and decide to hum a bit. You begin to shake your hips a bit as you put rosemary and lavender- scented bodywash onto a rag. You lather it all over your body and then let the water wash it all away.

You turn the water off and stepped out of the shower. You wrap a towel around your body. You go back into the kitchen to make your coffee.

As you stir sugar into the black liquid, you glance over to the clock. "Oh, shit! I am so late!"  You immediately set your cup down and run into your closet. The puppy tilts its head in confusion. You grab a white blouse, navy dress pants, and slip on gold flats. You grab your work bag and scurry out the door.

You don't even stop to lock the door. You just keep running until you're outside the museum, where you work. Almost immediately after busting through the front doors, you are met by your boss.

"Miss (L/N) this is the fifth time you've been late this year. Do you know what this means?" He asks. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, looking down at the floor. "I'm fired," you say, "and I am so sorry, sir. I am certain you'll find someone to better fill my position. I hope your miserable life is long. Good day to you."

You spit the last sentence out and turn on your heel. You head out the doors and breathe a sigh of relief. "At least I can relax now," you say.

You slowly walk back to your flat, only to find Greg standing outside. "Hey, you left in such a rush that I thought maybe that London was under attack," he says, smiling. You crack a small smile. "No, I was late for a job that I no longer have," you say, your smile dropping.  "Sorry to hear that. Well, I'm off today if you want to do something," Greg says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'd like that. Do you mind if we bring the puppy with us?" you ask, smiling a smile not unlike the Cheshire Cat. Greg nods.

A/N
Dudes, I am back. For how long, I have no idea, but I'm here. Hope you enjoyed this. I shall see you later.

With love,
Juju