All in a Day

Wednesday, 8 o'clock

I woke up to my screaming alarm with rays of golden sun piercing through my seemingly transparent blinds. I painfully and tiredly look to my left. 8 o'clock, Wednesday. 8 O'CLOCK! I'm late as fuck. I roll out of bed my foot catching the bed sheets as I crash onto my bedroom floor. Ow. Fuck I'm still late. I get to my feet grabbing my shoes, shirt, jacket, socks and hat. I throw them on. Then I hear a familiar scratching sound. RUBY! I was meant to buy dog food. 'Shit shit shit shit. Ummm.' I open the door to an excited black Labrador puppy with a ruby red collar. 'Here eat this.' I say throwing day old waffles at the excited ball of fur. I open the fridge, exploring the empty fridge for food. 'I guess I'm not eating today Ruby.' I sigh coming back from my fridge adventure empty handed. 'Annnnd I'm still late.' I grab my bag and dash for the door. I reach for my back pocket for my wallet. My back pocket. I look down. 'WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PANTS!' I run inside slip into my pants and bolt, dashing through the front door, slamming it closed. I jump into my small shitty hatchback and reverse out of my driveway. I race down the street narrowly making it through a set of lights. Ducks on the road seriously!? 'Sorry duckies, I'm late' I proclaim as I swerve around the ducks honking in the process. I checked my hair in the mirror as I made up my mind on which excuse to use today. I was so distracted that I didn't see the truck backing out. I have no time to act, my hands cover my face as I brace for the impact. I get flung through the windshield as my car crumples under the truck. My face staring directly forward as my skull hits the back of the truck. Crack.

I wake up sweating and breathing hard as my alarm is screaming and beams of sun lighten the room. I look around. I look at myself. Wtf. I look at my alarm. Wednesday, 8 o'clock. I stare at the clock. What is going on here. My clothes are strewn across the floor ready for work. I sit up. Then I hear a faint noise. Scratching. I roll out of bed. Smack. Foot caught in the damn sheets again. I scramble to my feet. I rush to the door. The black beast rushes inside tail wagging. I open the fridge door, waffles. Great. 'Here beautiful. Have waffles.' I walk outside. I need coffee. I put clothes on and jump in my car, headed to the shops. I wait at the red light at the intersection. The lights turn green and I cruise through. Ducks. Ok I'll wait. I sit and wait till the small feathered family crosses the road. Up ahead a large cargo truck backs out. I stare at the truck in disbelief. It can't be. The same truck? What is going on? I really need coffee. I drive on by overtaking the truck. There are two coffee shops to choose from, Bean and Gone, the cheap coffee joint or there is royal brew. I'm gonna need a real hit. Royal brew it is. Bean and Gone is shitty anyways, it'll probably close down. I pull up to the store, an exquisite, gold trimmed wooden building. I stride in, many groups and individuals in suits, extravagant dresses and well trimmed haircuts. I on the other hand was dressed in cargo shorts, a t-shirt and slip-ons. I love the looks you get when you walk in. Bunch of stuck up snobs. I love it. Just smile and wave. A car pulls up outside, nothing unusual. However something catches my eye. A slight reflection. A shimmer. That's when the hooded man pulls out a metal object. Oh fuck me. BANG! A gunshot echoes through the store. A lifeless body hits the floor.