My morning routine was faster than usual, helped by the fact that I did not spend twenty minutes matching clothes nor trying to pretty my face. I tossed on whatever that was clean and that would fit over top of each other before heading out. There is still the fact that my workplace is Pluto, and due to my being a pathetic sickling, I have gone another week without being able to rectify my wardrobe conundrum.
I enter the office building at 8:20, the earliest I have ever arrived at work. My peripheral vision is a blur, my mind focused on getting from point A to point B. I swipe my pass at the security door and as it opens I hear a, “Naomi? Morning!”
The familiar voice jolts me awake. My brain isn’t yet accustomed to not being scared shitless of her.
“Good to see you back!” she inflects w
