7:39am: She hits the snooze button for the second time.
7:45am: She shuts off the alarm on her cell phone with a weak finger. A moment later her heavy eye lids surrender to wakefulness. She moans at the dampness felt by her cheek on her pillow from last night’s drool. “31 & still drooling”, she teases herself.
10:20am: She crawls out of the company’s shuttle bus & sighs at the menacing towers of her corporate dungeon jutting out into a smoggy sky. A female colleague carrying a pretty expensive designer bag greets her with an irritating chipper leading her to roll her eyes in dismay & fake a smile in response. Her morning drive to the office through chaotic traffic, overflowing garbage, beggars, zombified pedestrians, commercial songs from the radio add nothing to building enthusiasm for the day. She dumps her laptop & her cheap hand-made Bedouin purse through the security machine & she wonders, for the umpteenth time today what this all means.
4:15pm: After a yawn-filled meeting, she returns to her desk to prepare an “all important” report. She suddenly falls deep into a single distraction & her lips glisten from being freshly licked by her tongue. She hears the voice of a man who makes her thighs tighten. She turns her head for some eye-candy which sours as she sights, yet again, the engagement ring on his beautiful finger. She bites her lower lips, cranes her neck & squeezes.
11:30pm: He shuts the door slowly after leaving her flat. She’s over at the sink drinking a glass of water & her cat sits nobly beside her, staring blankly. Her mind swims & her legs tremble in spite of the weak orgasm he gave her. She is brought into attention when she realizes she’s squeezing her sore breast & asks as her heart aches “ why can’t I get it right?”.