I lay waiting
Not wanting to move
It gets louder
Beeping uncontrollably
I loath the time I have to get up
But its time
I scramble to collect my supplies
I shouldn’t have procrastinated
I run out the door
6:51
One minute after
The rumbling gets softer
I missed it
I jump in my car
No gas
Today couldn’t get any worse
I start to walk
The clock goes round
Then more time passes
2 minutes left
I’m late
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