today

The alarm blasts and she reaches for her phone to turn it off. She glances up at the clock and thinks five minutes more, although she knows she'll end up dozing off for another half an hour. She knows she'll be late and that she has to get her lazy (non-existent) ass in the shower but she snuggles in her pillow even more, taking in the comforts of her bed and letting the coldness of that morning lull her back to sleep.

She wakes up half an hour later (she knew it) and she has to take a usual fifteen-minute shower to five and runs out of her place.

Weekdays are work days and work days mean not having to wear make-up. It also means not having to comb her hair once she leaves, because it's not like she could get it all mess up in the office and her co-workers don't really mind. She steps in her workplace and opens the blinds, letting the sunbeams scatter around her cubicle and kiss her face. Today must be another day just like the others.

Except that it's not.