The alarm goes off for the fourth time and Rosalee finally gets out of bed.
Wait, Rosalee thought, today is Saturday. I'm going back to sleep.
As she lay in her bed, the daily baby alarm went off.
-"Okay, Jade. I'm awake. Shit!"
Rosalee rolled out of bed, purposefully disturbing the people in 1108. They always hit that broom on her
floor when her volume is on one, so they're going to get a little disturbance of their own.
After all, it is 7 AM.
Hopping out of the shower, Rosa hears her phone go off, just like it did a few days ago.
-"Hello"
-"Rosa, dear, you can't even call your own mother?" someone says in a heavy Puerto Rican/ New York
accent.
Shit, Rosalee thinks.
-"Hey, Mama. What's, umm, what's going on?"
-"Oh, you know, the usual. My own daughter doesn't care about her mother. I'm all alone in this big,
old, dusty house."
-"Mom, I'm late for work. Bye."
*Click*
Rosalee runs through her apartment, apartment 1208, realizing what time it was, and runs out of the
building. While trying to walk inside the building, Rosalee trips over a copper bowl, and sees the old,
blind, homeless man.
"Riddles-- all you can say are riddles, murk and darkness."
Rosalee put money in his bowl and ran into the Good Samaritan Health Clinic and sat at her desk. And
for some odd reason, she started to cry. Why did she take offense to what he said. He's crazy. He doesn't
know what he's talking about. She pulled out her iPod as Clara Kate Holloway walks into the clinic in
dirty scrubs. Rosalee put her iPod on shuffle and REM's "Everybody Hurts" starts to play, and she starts
to cry more. She pulls out her phone and texts her mom.
Mom, she starts, I'm sorry I'm such a failure. You deserve a better daughter.
Clara Kate gives her the day off, and she walks home, takes 4 tylenol, and falls asleep.
Rosalee rolled out of bed, purposefully disturbing the people in 1108. They always hit that broom on her
floor when her volume is on one, so they're going to get a little disturbance of their own.
After all, it is 7 AM.
Hopping out of the shower, Rosa hears her phone go off, just like it did a few days ago.
-"Hello"
-"Rosa, dear, you can't even call your own mother?" someone says in a heavy Puerto Rican/ New York
accent.
Shit, Rosalee thinks.
-"Hey, Mama. What's, umm, what's going on?"
-"Oh, you know, the usual. My own daughter doesn't care about her mother. I'm all alone in this big,
old, dusty house."
-"Mom, I'm late for work. Bye."
*Click*
Rosalee runs through her apartment, apartment 1208, realizing what time it was, and runs out of the
building. While trying to walk inside the building, Rosalee trips over a copper bowl, and sees the old,
blind, homeless man.
"Riddles-- all you can say are riddles, murk and darkness."
Rosalee put money in his bowl and ran into the Good Samaritan Health Clinic and sat at her desk. And
for some odd reason, she started to cry. Why did she take offense to what he said. He's crazy. He doesn't
know what he's talking about. She pulled out her iPod as Clara Kate Holloway walks into the clinic in
dirty scrubs. Rosalee put her iPod on shuffle and REM's "Everybody Hurts" starts to play, and she starts
to cry more. She pulls out her phone and texts her mom.
Mom, she starts, I'm sorry I'm such a failure. You deserve a better daughter.
Clara Kate gives her the day off, and she walks home, takes 4 tylenol, and falls asleep.
