Jennifer in her 27th year of her tumultuous life was not fond of two of the things. The mornings that stretched upon her beauty sleep and the bitterness of love.
As the Earth began to get a bit silly, the Sun rose while illuminating the sky. The sunlight entered the room. It was filled with the sound of nothing but the excruciating morning alarm tickling her neurons.
Her switch-on maneuver kicks in from the cerebral cortex to the medulla oblongata.
âȘEarly bird gets the worm, early bird gets the worm. Wake up, oh wakeup sing with the swarmâȘ
[I'm no bird who eats a worm. Nor I like getting up early. Stupid alarm!]
"Just a few more minutes", she says with a frown on her face but suddenly, the reality hits. "Oh no it's Monday!" Jennifer begins her day by rubbing her eyes off yet again. Her feet land on the cozy slippers and she makes her way to the bathroom door. After relieving her bladder, she admires herself in the mirror from 100 different angles while practicing expressions. She continues her meticulous daily routine.
Jennifer prepares to face the world who looked upon her as an unworldly creature. Her gaze travels to her tanned muscular body and a smile of satisfaction displays on her face. Jennifer continues her 3-step skincare and serves it with a plum red tinted lip balm on her reddish brown lips and her round nose.
"I hope Mr. Baek stops yawning while I'm training. I might as well end up sleeping too...", she mumbles with half lidded eyes.
After a million steps of her morning routine, Jennifer picks up the car keys and her ancient-looking office bag which she has personal attachments to. She sits in her car and fastens the seatbelt. She lets out a deep sigh and begins her journey to the sensory hell, Zephyr & Co.
All that could be heard was bird mating calls.
[Imagine waking up and the first thing you do is try to mingle up]
After parking her car, she stares into nothingness for a few minutes puts on her headphones, and heads to the elevator.
Even though she's been using the elevator for almost a few years⊠this stupid heart still acts like a world-famous acrobat and her stomach sings in its world as if it's a professional artist. She hums to ignore that gut-wrenching feeling. The elevator door opens and she finally steps out of her misery⊠well at least one of them.
The ombre interior dances across the tile floor. Each block reminds Jennifer of work. Continuing the walk, she comes across a distressed young lady.
"Miss... Miss Jennifer - please help her!"
"Help who-"
The eyes widen as she witnesses a blood-curdling situation.