Are you hiding something from me
I woke up with a start, my heart still racing from the remnants of my dream. I blinked a few times, trying to shake the lingering fog from my mind, and then it hit me I was late. Really late.
The kind of late that makes your stomach drop like you're on the edge of a cliff, looking down.
My eyes darted to the clock on my bedside table, and my heart lurched again. "Oh, no… no, no, no!" I practically leapt out of bed, the sheets tangled around my legs as I fought to free myself from their grasp.
I scrambled to my feet, fumbling to grab the first pieces of clothing I could find. My room was a mess, clothes and papers scattered everywhere.
I grabbed a blouse from the chair it was crumpled, but there was no time to find something else. I pulled it over my head, hopping on one foot while trying to find a matching pair of shoes.