She #6

She woke up to Sweet Child o' Mine of Guns 'n Roses. This is the perfect alarm by far, she thought. She checked the time, 9 am. She checked if her company is up. Not yet. She went back to sleep again. She woke up again after half an hour. Her roommate and her roommate's sister are up now. She got up and fix her things. They are driving down South today, back home.

Her legs are aching from all the walking around and not sitting down at last night's gig. They went to a bar/cafe to take pictures for her roommate's sister's school project. There were 6 or 7 bands who played. It was really a small place and the music blasted right to her ears. She was still hearing a high frequency sound and it bothered her a little. It's gonna be okay soon, she thought.

They were on the road just about half past ten. She can tell that everyone's tired. Their voices all cracked, a sign that no one got any decent sleep.  But it's alright. She can also tell that they enjoyed last night. Even though they got lost. It was their first time going to that bar. They downloaded a map from Google but ended up getting lost anyway. They just made fun of the street names as their inside joke.

Her roommate's sister drove really fast. She didn't usually like riding in fast cars, but oddly, she felt safe in this one. They stopped by Mcdonald's to get lunch. She was in the backseat but fastened her seatbelt when she got her food. The car's too fast, I might choke on my fries, she thought.

She got home at around 1pm. She felt really tired. She dragged herself up to her room, changed into fresh clothes, and crawled into her bed. Oh rest finally, she thought. It felt like she had been awake for a year. The exhaustion finally got her and she fell asleep. She could tell that it was a very deep sleep because when she woke up, it was dark. It was dinner time. She knew because her stomach is already rumbling. She ate like she was dying tomorrow. Halfway though her second helping, she started feeling sleepy again. So she stopped. The dog can have this, she thought. Again, she dragged herself up to her room and crawled back to sleep.

This is what a lazy person does, sleep all day, she thought. But who can blame her? She was really exhausted. And besides, she starts working again tomorrow. She needs this. She needs all the sleep that she can have. 'Cos the next day will be very different from the past 35 days that she had. The next day takes her back to reality.