"So far awaaaaaaaaaay!!! We wait for the daaayeeeeyaaaaay!!!!
The song blasted out of my alarm clock, jolting me awake. I scrambled to hit the snooze button to save my ears from the onslaught of sped up guitar and yelling. Luckily I have been training myself for years to wake up to through the fire and flames by dragon force so I was used to this routine. I know people always say don't make a song you like your alarm, but if the song is loud and obnoxious anyways you're forced to get up to turn it off.
I sat up in bed, cracked my neck and rubbed my eyes awake. My brain was on autopilot, standing up and walking into my bathroom, flicking on the light, turning the shower handle and waiting a few seconds. The first thing I consciously realized for the day was the hot water as it gave me an attack hug, startling but comforting. Pulled from my dream world, I lathered vanilla coconut soap all over my body. Then like the efficiency freak I am, I rinsed, brushed my teeth, and pissed all at the same time. Curse my engineer brain.
The goosebumps immediately set in once I drew the curtain back. My studio apartment had a huge window so it always felt cold in the early spring. Evaporative cooling from the water on my body also didn't help. Time to enter reality once again and hope to make it back to the end of the day.
I looked in the mirror as I dried my hair. At 6'1" I always had to lean down a bit to see myself in the bathroom designed for a much shorter population. My hair turned from dark to white blonde as I rubbed the water out. I liked my long hair but it did always leave a huge mess around my apartment. I gave my two huge slightly saggy lovelies a kiss on the nipple for good luck. Always good to start your day reminding yourself to have fun. I threw on my fluffy robe to give myself an inkling of modesty before sitting down at my kitchen table to get to work.
I liked being a chemical engineer but lately it's felt like my job has been drifting further and further from what I originally wanted to do. I love being in a lab running experiments, using my hands and flexing my brain. I love the detail and precision needed to control experiments. I love watching in real time my predictions come true. I love being completely frustrated my predictions were wrong and I need to find new answers. I used to wake up excited to go in and contribute, to see the fruits of my labor.
Unfortunately, that drive backfired. I began to get recognized for my efforts in the lab, the higher ups in the business liked my ideas and wanted to hear more from me. I was invited to more and more business meetings, giving presentations and talks on all my findings in the lab. Soon I was promoted and told to design more experiments. What I didn't realize is that designing experiments meant more paperwork and less actual experimenting.
Soon enough I was just a new desk jockey, my entire life revolved around Microsoft office. The one benefit was that I could now do my job mostly from home. So there I was, ready to start this Friday of writing reports and plans intermixed with meetings.
Before I knew it, two hours had gone by and it was 9am. I slapped my cheeks a bit to wake up. Words were starting to blend and longer sentences became gibberish. I really needed some coffee.
I stood up and cracked my neck and back. My terrible posture and workout habits were definitely going to catch up to me soon, but it was really hard to get motivation to maintain myself. I walked over to the counter and reached for the coffee grounds. I peeked in and saw it was just a teaspoon left.
"Damn," I muttered. I had been putting off going to the store. Driving twenty minutes out of my way then tiptoeing around the average idiot in the world for an hour then driving back home and needing to put everything away just to need to cook was too much. I do absolutely love to cook, it's just getting the ingredients that's the hard part.
I perked up as I remembered the new coffee shop that opened up on my block. When I walked past it the other day it smelled so good, like buttery pastry and hot espresso. Nothing got me going quite like smelling baked goods. Maybe this was a good way to break up my monotony and get new ideas for stuff to make. I jogged into my closet and put on some underwear for the first time today. I picked a warm blue frilly dress and packed my computer.
It felt like the first time in months since I had truly ventured outside of my apartment. I rushed down my buildings grimy stairs, my muscles just as eager as me to get some real motion in. The sun shone brightly but the air was still cold as I walked out, just how I liked it.
Since moving here for my job right out of college, I haven't made many friends. My coworkers were nice but all a bit older than me and have full families already. I have known for a long time that the traditional suburban life was not for me. I would much rather be the one living alone in the woods, doing whatever I wanted each day. Unfortunately money was a thing and while I was paid handsomely, the five years I've worked have not given me enough savings to quit society yet.
Making friends has always been a bit of a challenge for me. It didn't help that I'm a lesbian so my natural friend pool was also my fuck pool. Whenever I've befriended someone I always end up getting feelings and ruining it. Or whenever I've specifically dated women, they always seemed more interested in just sex not relationships. I guess that was the curse of being young, everyone myself included was bad at communicating or even knowing what we wanted in the first place. It all became too much of a hassle and I haven't truly tried meeting new people since shortly after I moved. I've had a few one night stands but mostly it was me, my toys, and my porn in a thruple every night.
I nearly walked completely by the coffee shop. Glancing in it seemed mostly empty, just the barista and a few customers in the cozy looking cafe. I opened the door to "Flik's beans" with a cute jingle above my head. It still smelled a bit like paint and construction but overwhelmingly I could smell the fresh baked breads. I stared at the huge case of breakfast items at the counter. All kinds of sandwiches, breads, and pastry glistened in front of me. You could practically see the butter dripping out of all the baked goods. I probably got a bit too entranced because the barista called me over.
"Need some help choosing?" They said.
"Uhhhhh...." was all I could mutter back, my eyes unable to leave the gorgeous display of perfect food. I loved some good food porn, cooking tv shows especially always got me envious. I wanted to try them all!
"Well if I could make a recommendation, our sandwich of the day is the cats meow." The barista said, waving to get me to turn my head.
I turned my eyes to him, "What's in it?" I wiped my mouth, maybe a bit worried that I was unconsciously drooling.
"It's black pepper bacon, a fried egg, gruyere cheese, and avocado all on a fresh potato roll. The owner thinks it's the greatest sandwich ever concocted." They said.
"I'll take it, and a large coffee with milk and vanilla," I responded. The warm treats in front of me beckoned me back but I held strong in my choice. "I will be back for you my sweets." I whispered. I already knew I would be a repeat customer.
I got my order and plopped into a booth in the corner to get work done. I started strong getting back into my report, furiously beating out a few paragraphs. I quickly ran out of steam however, my mind drifting away from the gibberish in front of me. Something about today was not allowing me to get my work done.
"Would you like some company?" I jumped a bit, the sweet voice to my side plucking me out of the ether.
"Huh?" I responded. Standing in front of me was a tall girl with bright orange hair. She held a cup with some kind of orange yellow fluid at her cocked hip. Her green lipstick accentuated her full smile, her light blue eyes beaming in to me.
