*CLICK*... *CLICK*... *CLICK*...
Rosalee awoke to the sound of her alarm clock numbers clicking. She turned over on her side, being suddenly hit by a painful throbbing in her head. She read the clock. 4:49.
"Great," she said, "just freaking swell."
Rosalee got out of bed, knowing that she was up two hours too early, and headed for the bathroom. While she was in the shower, she heard her phone ring.
"Why is it that my phone rings every time I'm in the shower?"
She let her phone ring and went about getting dressed. After she put on a plain white t-shirt and jeans, she grabbed her phone.
"Mom. Of course."
She decided to let her mom worry and put on her sneakers and headed towards the 24 hour coffee shop.
"What? A line?"
Quickly realizing that she's not in the mood for small talk, and noticing that painful throbbing again, Rosalee walked away. She pulled out her iPod, turned on the radio, and listened to WTF while she walked to the park.
"Glad I put a sweater on. It's chilly," she said as "On Melancholy Hill" by The Gorillaz played through her headphones. While she was walking, Rosalee thought about her breakdown the day before. Why did she let her mother get inside of her mind? Why did she even bother with answering the phone? Why did that random quote the blind, homeless man said bother her so much? Maybe it was true.
*WHACK*
Rosalee's internal monologue was interrupted by her running into the park gate and by "There There" by Radiohead on WTF.
"Shit!"
The throbbing came back, and Rosalee decided she had spent enough time outside. She headed back to apartment 1208, her personal sanctuary, and smelled a faint scent of burning paper. Worried, she rushed into her apartment and saw her window open. She looked outside and saw nothing.
"Whatever," she thought.
She looked at her clock again. 7:15. Time for bed.
Rosalee awoke to the faintest noise of an argument. She looked at her clock. 9:23. Rosalee got out of her bed and saw Shaniqua Washington arguing with the bus driver.
"Oh Shaniqua," Rosalee thought as her phone started to ring.
Mom.
-"Hi Mom."
-"Rosa, dear, you can't even call your own mother."
-"Mom, I've been bu-"
-"You just don't love me anymore. I don't understand what I did to the Virgin Mary to deserve such a terrible daughter. It's just not fair that I-"
"I should've stayed asleep," Rosalee thought as she started to doze off from her mother's unnecessary banter.
