Undercover Therapy

Jane

"Oh shit... I'm going to be fucking late again."

The alarm was ringing at 7:01 AM, the room is a fucking mess and dirty laundry is all over the place. I am a mess. A hot one.

I was supposed to wake up at 6:30 AM, but no. My fucking alarm can't do a simple job. I literally have to put 2 alarms on my damn alarm clock or whatever you call it and AGH, it's just a mess. I seriously have to buy another. Do alarm clocks even work? Or do they just break easily so companies can make money? I don't fucking know, I just want a good alarm clock that just works for fuck's sake.

I finally got up from my bed after contemplating about my alarm clock. Jesus Christ why did I take an early shift. Kill myself.

I yawned. What the fuck. I opened my mouth and breathed out. What the actual fuck. My breath is disgusting. Looking at the clock, there was no time to wash my face and be clean. I have been late three days in a row before and I don't want to get in trouble with my boss. So, to hell with it, I'm not brushing my teeth.

Walking around my shitty, messed up room, I picked up random work clothes off the floor and tried them on. I looked at a mirror and shit. A black dress coat, some random white shirt, and wrinkled up pants. I am really professional. I don't think anyone would care, so I put them on carelessly.

I grabbed my purse which was on the floor and blasted out of my bedroom's door. I ran down the stairs and went out the front door.

Oof. 

My shoes. I forgot my shoes. Ugh. I went back inside the stupid house. I don't think at all at some times. Things just happen to me automatically. It's pretty weird.

"You forgot your shoes." I jumped and felt a hand on my shoulder. Ugh, the old man is awake.

"Oh, hi honey." I groaned. It's my lazy husband.

"Morning," he smiled with his wrinkly ass face, "do you know that you're la-"

"Yes, I can see that, oh my god John, yes I'm late, that's why I left my shoes; can't you see that?" I rolled my eyes. Y'know, some people can be so stupid and annoying.

"Oh," he sighed, "So aggressive for a therapist." He chuckled at himself as I slapped him on the back.

"You're so annoying y'know?" I told him.

"Yeah, I know." he smiled.

I grabbed my shoes, put them on. "I love you." I pecked him on the cheek and blasted off barefoot, holding my shoes.

I went inside my car and sighed. This is going to be a long day.

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