My Place Is With You

Work should really start from afternoons or better still Mondays should not even exist at all, if I became president one day I might pass a decree for work to start in the afternoons among a host of other things. Don't get me wrong I love my job, the concept of working and other adult related stuff but mornings just don't work for me at all. I lazily stand up from my bed, debating if I should just return to bed and call in sick because my bed was beckoning to me and ministering to my spirit to come back.

I continued the back and forth with my brain trying to decide if I should go back to bed or go get ready for work before I remembered that something woke up from my beautiful sleep and that something, being my phone, rang again

I answered grouchily without looking at the caller's ID

"Hello"

"Amber, don't tell me you are still in bed!” a voice screams into my ear. Wincing and at the same time distancing my precious ears from the noise making contraption called my phone, I recognized that voice as one, of my best friend (though, I will never say it aloud) and colleague at work Anne.

"No, I just got up from its confines."

"Don't act smart with me girl," she scolds

"Really, I was awoken by your call. I overslept again, but only because it is Monday and I was exceptionally tired." I yawned,

"Please for your own good hurry, I just got to work and I have noticed so far that Jane is extra cranky today,"

"Isn't she always?" I sighed,

"Let's not talk about her this early in the morning."

"Okay."

"So what did you do yesterday that made you tired?" I could feel her raise her eyebrows in question

"I cleaned up my apartment,"

"You did what?"

"I cleaned up my apartment," I repeated thinking she did not hear me the first time

"That alone?" she questioned

"Yeah, throughout the day. Dirt just kept popping out from every corner...It was hell." I groaned

"Just that... all day?"

"Yes," I dragged out getting tired of the questions

"You did that all day and it made you tired?" She asked in disbelief.

I shrugged, then remembering she could not see me, I answered groaning,

"It does for me. Cleaning is so stressful."

"Yeah, that kind of explains the untidiness at your place when I come over,"

"Was that supposed to be insulting or what?"

"Nah, I would not waste my breath, insulting you about your tidiness."

"Now that was definitely an insult."

"Whatever. Do you realize that it's Monday?"

"Yeah I know right, worst day of the week. Ugh!"

"So what do you think you should be doing on a Monday?"

"Really in my own opinion I should be sleeping,"

"So, should you be sleeping right now?"

"Nah, I think I'm supposed to be at work now," I answered back rather dejectedly. Oh crap, my gosh work!

"I can feel and hear the chaotic shouts going through you head right now and I tell you it's going to give both of us an headache. So just calm down start getting ready immediately I hang up."

"Okay I'm trying... *breathe in, breathe out*... It's not working!"

"Okay that means you're on your own...Au revoir!" and she hung up. And I was not the surprised.

I ran into the bathroom taking an extremely quick shower that was negligible. I brushed my teeth in records time and ran to my closet grabbing some clothes hurriedly and almost slipping on a few drops of water that appeared on to floor out of nowhere. Miraculously, I did not fall don't ask me, I do not know how it happened also.

I put on my hurriedly selected clothing not really minding the choice of clothes before rushing back to the bathroom to brush out the tangles in my hair and make it presentable. Finally, it was quite acceptable to the society and I put the brush into my bag not willing to look for the spare I kept about. Securing my hair to the back, with the help of a hair band, I look around for my shoes, finding them near the door. I slipped into them and was out of the door in an instant.

Grateful I was wearing flats otherwise I'd already be flat on my face, I take off in the direction of the elevator but seeing the out of order sign glaring at me in front of the elevator I change my course and go in the direction of the stairs.

After the exercise of running down the stairs from my apartment on the fifth floor, which was not fun, at all, if you would ask me, I walk slowly down to the bus stop, tired from the amount to running I had to do since I woke up. Therefore, you can guess that I do not really fancy sports or anything that drains my energy like cleaning and the likes.

I am very sure that I missed the bus due to how late I was this morning; which means I have to take a cab. Praying I would see one once I get to the bus stop, I walk on.

I caught sight of the bus stop and thankfully I saw a cab upfront waiting idly, I began to speed walk there but seeing the cab was still afar I started jogging later breaking into a run with my lungs and legs protesting.

I had almost gotten to the cab when I caught sight of a person strolling towards the same cab 'oh no you don't' I screamed internally. And everything else happened in slow motion: me shouting a war cry and rushing forwards, pushing the guy away not really noticing and caring he was on the floor, and entering the cab, then things returned to normal and I shouted a sorry to the abused guy on the floor.

I turned and faced the driver only to find him looking at me with amusement shining in his eyes and a small smile on his lips; I raised an eyebrow at him he laughed a little before facing the road. He asked me where I was going, I told him the address and we zoomed off.