You have the independent assistant and the hard-headed boss, both of them unable to untie themselves from their other priorities. They have to make it, or else their entire lives and their entire relationship will be ruined.
It's up to them to over...
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"Where I come from, I already would have been up by now."
What?
"Where I come from, I already would have been up by now."
Shut up! Who is that?
"Where I come from, I already would have been up by now."
"I said shut up!" I said, my voice raised as I sat up in bed.
"Where I come from, we already would have-"
"Alexa, stop!" I wanted to slap myself in the face when I realized it was just my alarm. Blake Shelton's voice disguised itself in my dream somehow, but it always got me up eventually.
Frankly, Blake Shelton wasn't my first choice out of all of the things to be woken up by, but it was the default one and I was too lazy to change it.
I rubbed my eyes, yawning and stretching while making that oh so satisfying noise. My head was pounding from all the crying and anger of last night.
The same thought creeped into my head. How long could I avoid him?
I reached for the doorknob, rolling my eyes at myself when I realized I had locked it. The familiar click sounded and then the door finally came open. Dragging down the hall, I found myself in the kitchen, the rest of the apartment dimly lit from the rising sun through the curtains. The scene was so peaceful, and it definitely made getting up at seven am a heck of a lot easier.
The mug that read 'you've been poisoned' at the bottom was my favorite, and it was my go to choice for morning coffee. I threw out yesterday's k-cup and put in a new one, switching from the old donut shop flavor right to the peppermint bark one. Only on special days would I use the peppermint bark pods.
As the Keurig made my coffee, I searched through the cabinets, getting a packet of oatmeal and emptying the contents into a bowl. After adding milk and putting it in the microwave for a minute and a half, my coffee was finally ready.
Sipping it quietly, I heard a strange noise. The place was open concept, so I could see right over the island into the living area. What in the world?
Is that snoring?
"No, no," I mumbled to myself, panicking. Slowly, I walked over towards the couch, the back of it facing me. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the handle of my mug. "It can't be."
Oh, but it could be, and there he was, sleeping on my couch, mouth wide open. I glanced to the floor beside him. Pants, check, dress shirt, check.
His quiet snoring continued, peacefully ignorant. All I could feel was shock. Why had he stayed if he insisted he had to leave? What an ass!
