Reflection Of Interest
THE ALARM clock offered its morning report and was repeatedly smacked and swatted to a degree that sent it crashing on the floor from the bedside stand. The attempted connection with the snooze button failed miserably, and the alarm continued to whine from the floor in scornful laughter. Eve moaned in reply and knew the morning process needed to commence over her desperate desire of more sleep. Amidst her coffee ritual, she snickered at the concept of those five extra minutes of potential rest. The morning commute was fantastic though, as the cool morning air wisped around Eve and helped to fully awaken her. Eve had carefully wrapped her hair in a bright orange headscarf and put her car’s top down. Instead of her typical radio, she listened to the soundtrack of her
