She fumbled for the switch, and blinked as the lights came on with a click. In a daze, she put on her clothes and shoes, not caring that her socks didn't match. She dumped some cereal into a bowl and poured milk over it. after finishing her meager breakfast, she took four of the tablets the doctor had perscribed, and set the dishes in the sink.
It had been another dreamless night... or had she had dreams? Not that it mattered, her dreams were more like nightmares anyway. Shuffling her way to the closet, she grabbed her backpack and tossed in her stuff: a wallet containing a few dollars, some coupons for the grocerey store, and a library card, a bottle of water, a container of the doctor's tablets, a threadbare jacket that had once been green, oner of her few items of value: an ancient ipod. She donned the backpack and wrestled to get her bike through the front door. After locking it, she remembered that she had left her helmet inside, so she went back in to find it. Pedaling down the street, she began to think of last night's question... How is it supposed to be? But nothing came to mind, and she dropped the subject when she arrived at the Burger Emporium.
She parked her bike in the back, put on a milti-colored apron, and checked in. Just another day in the life...
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