– Fuck! It’s 3 A.M.
I toss and turn on the other side of the bed after checking the hour… Again! I seriously can’t believe that tomorrow, I’ll have my dream interview and look like a zombie because of the heat.
Isn’t it enough that it is over 35 degrees outside during the day? Can we at least have cool nights? No!? No.
I get up and open another window, and a slight breeze of cold air forms. The silk curtains slowly move, revealing the city lights.
– Well, at least this apartment has a nice view, even if it doesn’t have AC.
For old buildings, AC was optional, and so was the view. However, my new apartment was in an old four-story building, but it had a view, as it was low-key outside town. Yet again, it is a small town, and 15-20 minutes of walking everywhere is more than accessible for a broke-ass graduate like me.
Ouh… Graduation day. Now, sure, I can’t sleep anymore. Fuck!
I go back to bed, tossing and turning while thinking about graduation. How could I be so stupid to believe he’d changed? How could I be so damn stupid to think he would propose? Flashes of my now ex-boyfriend making out with a first-year student in the venue’s bathroom are taking my mind, and hot tears wet my face as I fall asleep.
I wake up in the middle of my alarm. It’s 7 A.M., and I feel like crap after sleeping for three hours. And if that was sleep, well, yeah… I even look like crap, I realize while watching my reflection in the mirror.
In whole natural light, my dark hair looks brassy, and my face looks puffy and filled with freckles. I should’ve used SPF. And I also should’ve shaved last night!
I drink my magnesium water and jump in the cold shower. The cold water feels relaxing against my tired body.
– I need a coffee and to hurry up.
At 7:30, I am out of the shower, choosing my outfit: a camel pencil skirt and an elegant, sleeveless black blouse with just a hint of a V-neck. Black always complimented me and brought up my brown eyes. And I also am blessed with a pretty body. If I ever worked out, I would be a hit; this way, I am lucky. I take my black blazer over the silky blouse, some closed-toe shoes, and my bag: laptop, keys, wallet, a notebook, and a pen… Coffee… on the other hand, and then in my car’s cup holder.
This must be a good day, this must be a good day, this must be a good day… Fuck… It’s Friday the 13th, I realize while watching the car’s dashboard.
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