Journalism, Uncategorized

Prose: Morning Rush

*Brnng* *Brnng* *Brnnnnggggg* Huh, what time is it? 9:13?! I had to be up at 7. Be out the house by 9:30. I have to go! There’s no time to take a shower. Is there even time to brush my teeth and hair? No, of course I should. Okay, breakfast. Nah, that’s the one thing I should be skipping. Now clothes. This shirt looks decent. Ugh, those pants don’t match at all. There’s one pair that would look perfect. Where are they? What, it’s 9:23? I have to leave, what am I doing being picky here?! Wait how cold is going to be outside? It’s raining? Shoot, have to find something warmer to wear. Where are any of my clean socks? I can’t go out in the rain without any. Fine, these will do. What about lunch? I’ll just pick out whatever leftovers are in the fridge. I really do need coffee, but is there any time? I’ll just order one on my way. Now, shoes that won’t get soaked. Are any of them even waterproof? Huh, 9:31?! Okay doesn’t matter, I’ll just put on the first pair I see. Wait what, my phone’s about to die? Just take the charger along. I don’t even know if the portable one is charged. 9:35. Okay, I think I have everything. If I don’t remember it, it’s probably not important. Time to head out. *Slam* Wait my umbrella.

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