"Ah, me..."
The phone rang and rang though the silver bluetooth perched in her left ear, allowing for safety and ease on the road. Upon hearing the tell-tell half then full ring signaling voicemail was once more about to pick up, she pushed the tiny blinking button on her ear, silencing the recording before it could begin. With a small sigh of discontentment, she turned up the radio and pushed some buttons to fill the silence of the car on her short trek to work.
Extending her right upper limb she reached into the crinkly plastic bag on the passenger's seat to remove a freshly made french fry from the depths within. The nerve endings of her fingertips warning of the extreme temperature of the morsel, she gently placed the fry between her teeth and slowly bit down, to manage keep from burning her lips. As the potato quickly cooled, she finished it off with a drink of the Dr. Pepper from the paper cup beside her. Looking forlornly at the soft drink she bemoaned the calorie content, but knew that she would need the caffeine and the sugar to get through the rest of the day.
It had been a rough night for sleeping, though this affliction was common for her. It was as if her body knew the long and unavoidable day ahead, and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. No yawns, no eye rubbing, no physical signs of fatigue plagued her through the night. Not even the recurrent worries and ideas running through her mind like wayward cats playing with toys allowed her the normalcy of a night of insomnia. Simply laying there, in the dark, in the wee hours of the morning with dawn approaching faster than required nor asked for. It was these nights, which were thankfully rare, which were the worst for sleeping.
The day started strange, with some unknown alarm awakening her an hour earlier than needed, and perhaps less than 2 hours into the light sleep her body finally allowed her to achieve. No indicator could explain the reason for being roused from sleep, her canine protector slept soundly in his bed on the floor, and the rest of the house was silent. Cursing the fates, for perhaps it was them playing with her, she rolled away from the sunlight streaming through the curtains covering the eastern window and tried to slip back into dreamland. The real alarm went off much too quickly for her liking, and as per usual her hand reached above her head to slap blindly at the headboard in search of the elusive snooze button. Upon finding it, the arm retreated back into the warm cocoon of blankets, and dreams were attempted to be found once more. This cycle repeated every 9 minutes, until reality sunk its claws into her brain and realizing she would be late for work if she didn't rise right at the moment.
To be Continued... (maybe, depends on my mood mostly)
