She went out, again!

She woke up, and her vision still a little blurry, stared at the other pillow in front of her, located on the right side of the bed. She frowned, seeing that it didn't look like it had been used; then straightened up to sit on her mattress, trying to regain a clearer view of her immediate surroundings.

And that's when the headache slyly hit her.

Ah, that hurt!

She'd have to take something with her breakfast, in order to get a clearer mind.

She rubbed her eyes, brushing off any remaining trace of sleep, and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to her on her left.

07:45.

She blinked slowly, to be sure of what she was currently seeing. But the displayed time hopelessly remained the same.

Or not. It was now 07:46 am.

Wait! It's not what matters right now!

Her eyes widened, as big as saucers, and she suddenly leaped out of bed, her feet tangled in the blanket; nearly making her trip in the process.

"No! No! No! No! I'm going to be late!" she cried, rushing to her apartment's bathroom.

Entering the small room in a panicked state, she faced a cabinet hanging over the sink with both doors covered with mirrors and hurriedly opened the left door.

Faster! Faster! Hurry up!

"Ah Dammit! Why am I waking up so late?!" she said with frustration and anguish.

She haphazardly pushed aside a make-up pouch, and put another one in its place.

"She left her things everywhere, again!" cursed the young woman.

No, no time to do all her makeup, she had to hurry up if she didn't want to miss the next bus in… 10 minutes?!

Faster! You need to hurry up! Hurry up! Way faster!

She dressed quickly, and not finding identical socks, had to put on a gray and black one. Then while brushing her hair, went into the main room – which served as living room, bedroom, and kitchen at the same time – and hastened to open the fridge to take two yogurt drinks that she threw into her bag in a rushed motion.

She would have time to drink them on her way, or at worst, once she got to her workplace. She was desperate to win back even a few minutes.

She glanced at the alarm clock and her heart skipped a beat.

08:05 am.

It was all over for the next bus; she was going to have to take the subway, in the middle of a rush hour.

"Arg! Dammit! Why today, of all days?!" she cried with increasing frustration.

She was obviously distressed; having woken up far too late to prepare properly. And for the worse, on her very first day at her new job.

Everything she'd carefully planned and prepared in advance? Scratch that.

Because her alarm clock hadn't gone off, she might end up being late, and make a bad first impression. Yet she was sure she'd switched it on yesterday as she went to bed…

So… Could it be that…?

If "she" had dared to switch off her alarm clock, they were going to have a serious talk together, once again. Well, at least within the boundaries of what's possible. It wasn't like she could have a real conversation with "her". They were both so different from each other, like night and day.

The young woman shook her head. Now was not the time to dwell on what had already happened! She had to quickly find a back-up plan.

08:10.

No, not the subway. She wouldn't catch it on time.

Soon enough, the map of the bus and metro lines with the stops and stations closest to her home passed before her eyes, in her mind.

"Line 40? No, even with luck I wouldn't get line 15 at the next stop," She thought aloud.

At the same time, she finished dressing, putting on her jacket. She checked that both rooms had their lights switched off one last time and that the large window facing the courtyard at the back of the building was securely closed.

At the bottom of the building, she saw that some parents were already bringing their kids to their cars nicely lined up in the adjacent parking lot.

"What about the nearest subway line?" she wondered to herself. "If I get off two stations further, can I catch bus line 23 and continue like this to the office?"

It was the safest and fastest decision.

Ok. subway, then line 23! Here we go!

She hurried past the dining table, on which remained an empty styrofoam bowl of instant ramen and a can of beer, and under which four wooden chairs were tucked away. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a dark purple garment resting on the back of one of the chairs and rushed to the front door of the small apartment.

She reached up to undo the first lock of a series of four locks, placed one above the other on the door. And stopped dead in her motion.

The first lock was unlocked, despite the fact that she'd locked all four yesterday.

"Did… Did she went out again?!" panicked the young woman.

Had she found the key to the latest lock mounted on the door? No, more important question: did she went out again? And where? What the hell had she been doing last night?

The young woman shook her head again to sort her thoughts.

No, no time to think about that. If she was still postponing going down the five floors that separated her from the street, she was really going to be late. She would have plenty of time much later to worry about what "she" might have been doing yesterday.

Hastily unlocking the three locks that had so far been locked, she stepped out and slammed the door behind her; locking again only the original door lock. It was the lowest one, out of the four locks nicely lined up on the door and its doorframe.