It’s 6:40 and she is finally getting up, she hit snooze like three times. That’s what she gets for staying up half the night. Why does she even bother to set her alarm for 6:15? Now she is going watch the news while simultaneously finding the days attire. Her closet and dresser runneth over with clothing. The ticking time forces her to think on her feet, after much practice, this skill is on the verge of mastery.
Alright, clothes on, teeth brushed, faced washed, it is now 7:05. She only has fifteen minutes to make a quick breakfast and lunch. By this, I mean running around the kitchen throwing random things into her lunch bag, wanting it to magically become a meal. She is not a healthy one. In her lunch bag, you will find the following: candy, fruit snacks, cinnamon pop tarts, a chocolate pudding, and red grapes all stocked in bulk to share with her co- workers. Since I have not listed any real food, she will most likely go to lunch and return home with leftovers.
She now has about five more minutes to throw a handful of mints and headphones in her purse. I hope she doesn’t forget her wallet this time. It’s time put on her shoes if she can locate them. Seconds waste as the clock hits 7:19 she dashes out the door. A minute later she thrusts back in the house to get the coffee she abandoned on the table and then goes back to her room for her phone. Okay but seriously, this time, she is outta here folks. The mornings are always entertainingly predictable.
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