Time: 7am in the morning
Place: Bed
Character:
ME: The foul-mouthed twenty something year old who is working her arse off to get her life into gear and move as far away from her mother as she possibly can.
Scene:
Sunlight brightens the bedroom of ME. This bedroom is unkempt, yesterday’s clothes are bundled in a corner and the clothes which were worn the day before yesterday are strewn by the door in a bid to make room for the pile made up of yesterday’s clothes. Deep heavy breathing is heard coming from ME. She is in a peaceful and blissful slumber. Her dreams do not trouble her, and neither does the position she is sleeping in, which is one where her body is twisted among the pillows and duna in her abnormally large bed.
The phone begins to vibrate and an alarm chimes from the bedside table
ME: SNOOOZE!
ME finds her phone and presses any buttons until the alarm stops. She throws the phone away from her, and falls straight back into sleep.
Ten minutes later the phone begins its second round of chimes.
ME: SNOOZE! Uh, no, I guess I shouldn’t put it on snooze again. Ugh! But I really want to. But I shouldn’t. I set the alarm 10 minutes earlier than usual to allow for a snooze in the first place, so I wouldn’t end up running late, if I take another snooze now, then it would have all been in vain. Oh god it’s so tempting though. Shit. What day is it today? Tuesday? No that was yesterday. Is it Wednesday? It must be Wednesday. What do I have to do today, why did I wake up today, why did I set my alarm? I have an interview today, that’s right. 10am. It is Wednesday. Ugh, I have a meeting as well. Hmmm, should I drive or take the train? Ugh, traffic…but I would rather sit in my car than sit with plebs on the Heatherdale line. B.O. Gross. No. I’ll drive. Fucking petrol is expensive, but I can’t be late. I’ll leave at 8, should get there by 9…or is that too early? Maybe. You don’t want to get there too early. But traffic could be worse than I anticipated, and it takes me ages to find a park, and I don’t want to be late. I can’t be late. This interview is important. Fuck I’m nervous. Am I? No. No I’m not, I’m just trying to wake myself up. Oh shit, what do I wear? I don’t want to look like a bum, but I don’t want to look pretentious. Should I wear make- up? Do girls still wear make- up to these things? I don’t want to be over dressed. Ugh fuck. Maybe I should go for a walk and aim to go in a little later, but not too much later…nah, by the time I get dressed and go for a walk I’ll be really running late. I’ll walk with Eliza later tonight anyway. Shit, meeting today, what do we need to do? I better at least look like I’m prepared, I called the damned thing! Fuck. It’ll be fine. I hope. Nah, it’ll be fine. Okay. So I’ll get up. I won’t snooze. What’s the time? 7:10. Shit. I could have been sleeping.
END
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