Morgan’s alarm went off around 6:30. She didn’t have to be at the bookstore until 9, but always allowed time for a healthy number of snooze depressions. Bzzzzzzzzzzz – smack! Back to the popcorn munching dream.

And so it went. Bzzzzzzzzzz – smack. Dream. Bzzzzzzzzzzz – smack. Dream.

Her lover found this extremely irritating. Diana was the manager of the Slurp n’ Chirp, and most nights shed barely get to sleep before that alarm shit started. Despite pleas, Morgan was as stubborn about this as she was with everything. Onoffonoffonoffonoffonoffonoffonoff. Christ, thought Diana, I can’t do this anymore…

Morgan woke from her dream.