Which is better, Flower Shops or Cat Cafes?

Another Long Day

Sunlight filters into the bedroom. Papers are scattered across a pencil ridden desk. Clothes are spilling out of a half-opened closet. Socks are all over the room. Like the socks are EVERYWHERE. Through the blinds, you could see it was the start of a beautiful day.

The sound of an alarm clock rings in the distance. Hazy, almost like it's not even there. I feel myself begin to awake as the alarm becomes louder and louder. I try to wrap the blankets around me to secure my cocoon.

The once serene sunlight shines into my eyes making it impossible to go back to sleep. A grumble followed by a loud yawn as I raise my arms above. Unraveling the warm cocoon from around my body. My shoulders slump as I sit in my bed trying to wake up. I yawn one more time before reaching over to my clock to shut off my alarm. Why do I have an alarm on anyway?

Well, sh*t.

I jump out of bed, tripping on my comforter. Rushing into my closet I pull out a white button-up shirt and black slacks. I stumble over to the kitchen while trying to put on my pants. Aw, man, I'm going to be late!! I start to put on my sneakers looking up at the clock.

7:48

Sh*t.

I decide that I don't have enough time to eat breakfast and grab a granola bar to eat on the way there. I can't believe I overslept again! This is the third time this month!! Pulling my hair into a messy ponytail I put on my winter coat, grab my keys, and bolt out the door. Running down the three flights of stairs, I finally reach the bottom and run out of my apartment building and into the traffic of others that are late to work or school. I ran quickly to my job at Supurr Cafe, six blocks away from my apartment.

Panting as I rush into the cafe. I look down at my watch.

7:59

I sigh in relief, I had just made it in time to start my shift. And by the time that I had calmed down over the fact that I wouldn't be fired I realized that everyone in the cafe was looking at me with slight concern. Even the cats looked distressed. A blush comes to my face as fast a car in the Indy 500. I quickly try to compose myself before I shuffle into the break room. Sighing as I lean on the door. I take a deep breath before setting my personal items into my locker and take out my apron.

Today is going to be a long day.