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THUD. THUD. THUD.

The lovely sound of footsteps from the flat upstairs. Charlotte groaned, trying to pull her head up from the pillow. It was like pulling apart two strong magnets… a lot of effort just to look at the time.

[color=FFA987]“Urgh… Half past five. Thanks a lot for waking me AGAIN Carl.” [/color]

She laid back down, closing her eyes and trying desperately to get to sleep again. She began to drift, reaching that point where you are floating between consciousness and unconsciousness, in a strange lucid state as you slowly fall asle-

SLAM!

She jolted awake again. Carl must’ve left his flat now. And she was fully awake. She sat up, stretching her arms and letting her wings spread their full 10ft span. Her hair was a mess, not exactly sticking up but it’s sheer volume looking like a bad 60s hairdo. Lottie stood up and moseyed over to the bathroom, staring at herself for a good 2 minutes for no reason.

[color=FFA987]“Hrrrrrrr… Could life get any more boring?” [/color] 

She picked up her toothbrush and put some paste on before aimlessly brushing, her eyelids heavy as she did so. 

[color=FFA987]“Shower… I need a shower.” [/color]

She spent a good 15 minutes in the shower, singing sleepily as she often did. Another 30 minutes was then spent drying her hair and braiding it at the back. Then ANOTHER 30 minutes picking something to wear. Finally she drew on her usual winged eyeliner and was done with getting ready. 

Lottie’s kitchen was small and damp had begun to tint the walls a strange green colour. She made a coffee and poured it in her reusable cup before stepping out into the extremely gray stairwell. As she stepped outside she pulled out her packet of cigarettes, got one out and lit it before making her way down the street. She knew it was bad for her but the rush… worth it every time… depressing that the only ounce of joy she feels is from some plant that will eventually kill her. She took her last drag and threw it down on the floor, putting it out with her shoe before entering the convenience store and sitting down behind the counter. 

[color=b3d9ff]“You’re late… again.” [/color]
It was her boss, Richard. He was a man who lived by his schedule, never leaving it for a second. Lottie let her eyes travel to the clock as slow as possible. 7:01.

[color=FFA987]“One minute. ONE MINUTE. You’re the reason Dick is short for Richard…” [/color]
She said rolling her eyes. Richard furrowed his brow angrily.

[color=b3d9ff]“I’m this close to firing you! And what did I say about shoulders… NO shoulders showing it’s suggestive.” [/color]

She was wearing a white over the shoulder top, nothing that would make feel customers uncomfortable.

[color=FFA987]“You are unbelievable” [/color]
She said monotonously before looking back at the clock. Only 11 more hours of this...