My slightly damp palm grazes against my cheek as I begin to wake up from what felt like a restless nap. I groggily squint my eyes and lift my head up immediately regretting it. My eyes start to ache while straining to once again become acquainted with the bright morning sun.
I drop my head back against my welcoming pillow and slowly turn over, dreading the fact I stayed up all night watching jeopardy reruns with my cat. Making me have to break away from my comforting position in bed earlier than I'd wanted to. I look at my blinking alarm clock, already knowing the time.
Of course, I was late, I never wake up early on my own. "Well great", I whisper as I patted my old companion whiskers. Chuckling softly at her muffled purr "I told you late night jeopardy is never a good idea" I begin to to jump out of bed knowing I have about ten minutes if I hurry.
I start to push my clothes with my feet making a path to the bathroom and watch cautiously where I step. I manage to finally push myself through the door after struggling for a bit. I let out a big sigh of accomplishment and parted my mouth to blow air upward in my face, attempting and failing to get rid of the hair in my eyes.
I know I don't have enough time to shower so I quickly wash my face, wipe myself down and brush my teeth. I then put my hair in a ponytail after trying to brush it then giving up after bumping into about twelve knots I couldn't brush out all those in an hour!
After throwing some clothes on and feeding my cat I run out the door frantically and start my car. "Phew", I huffed before putting my car in reverse and rushing out of the driveway. After a few minutes on the road, enough time to calm down, I turn the radio on and start to listen (and sing) to one of my many 'jams'. "I'm soo fannncccaaayy you alreadyyy knooow" I start to sing and dance to the song. I like to feel free for at least a little bit before having to go to work.
"Chrissy" my boss scoffs his oh so familiar phrase, rolling his eyes as I walk in, "late again, and for some odd reason I'm not surprised."
I flip my hair and set my things down. "What?" I try thinking of a witty excuse before opening my mouth "I can't help demons are feasting on my ovaries and refuse to clean up after themselves." I put my hand on my hip and smirk knowing my boss won't utter another word.
"Fine", he groaned "but everyone else already called dibs not having to be furkle the purple dinosaur, good luck!" He lightly laughs and walks off.
"Oh god" I thought, "that's just great, a bunch of snotty kids jumping all over me..." Why do I still even work here?
