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“Finally, it’s Friday!” I exclaimed, perhaps with less enthusiasm than warranted, but I had just been disturbed from my peaceful slumber. I extended my arm to clumsily deactivate the simple battery powered alarm clock, stretching my other limbs from the comfort of my bed.
The persistent noise from the device silenced, I slowly remove my legs from the bed while trying to read the time in my daze. 06:45 AM.
“Late again, what is wrong with me..” But there was no time to ponder, I had to commence the undelightful task of preparing myself for another day of work. Time for a shower. Perhaps a quick one instead of the comforting, enjoyable one that I was used to.
By the time it was 08:00 AM, I was wide awake, gorging with urgency on my breakfast and reading the news. It seemed that there was never anything good to report these days, not ideal for setting one’s mood for the day. Alas.
Before leaving my abode, I checked myself out in the mirror one final time. Black, shoulder length hair was reasonably frizz-free considering it had been washed only an hour prior; eyebrows neatly groomed and touched up, mascara slightly on the clumpy side but no matter; lips bare, natural. It was the last day of work for the week, the office would be practically empty, so casual would be perfectly suitable. Dark blue jeans, a plain black short sleeved top, an Aztec inspired cardigan to shield against the office air conditioning, black platform shoes. Not glamorous by any stretch of the imagination, but I suppose I reserved my glamour for more special days.
I stepped outside of my modest, semi-detached house, locking the door behind me. Glancing up at the late morning sky, I noticed that it was still fairly dark. Perhaps to be expected still considering it was late February, but there seemed to be more darkness than usual with fog closing in. Perhaps the heavens would open, almost typical as the weekend approaches.
Less than half an hour later, I entered my office building. “Odd,” I whisper to myself. The lights are off and there was no noise, other than my heavy footsteps. I do love my Demonia shoes, but they do not make for a quiet entrance. Not that it mattered, not one soul was in the office. A few of my colleagues seemed to have the privilege of working from home on the last day of the week, if one could really call it that. But not me. I would miss the interaction too much.
After unloading my things, I proceeded to the kitchen. I cannot start the day without coffee and no doubt once the kettle is boiling my less than punctual colleagues would appear.
As I stood by the sink, my back to the door and my personalised ‘Klara’ mug in hand, I could not only hear the thunder rumbling from above, but I could most certainly feel it as grasp the tap. With nothing more than a raised eyebrow, I continued with the preparation of my energising beverage.
Little did I know, the booming thunder masked the entrance of someone else.