You jolt awake in a frenzy, heart pumping, and glance at the clock. Shit, you're already running late. Just what you need another shitty day. You look around for the dog, but Jewel isn't on your bed or her dog bed. You jump out of the covers and start searching for her but she isn't in the apartment. You dress in a panic and are about to head out the door when you see your bag hanging there. Only that doesn't make any sense. You look at the kitchen table and see your laptop sitting there. What the fuck? Was everything about yesterday just a dream? That's when you realize you're definitely going to be late for work. You pack your laptop and head out the door. You hurry down the busy street. There are kids playing tag. A young girl hanging up a lost dog poster. A couple taking selfies in front of a brick wall. You keep pushing on. A man in a red baseball cap hurries by, head down. A businesswoman talks too loudly on her phone. A person in a long green jacket stumbles into you, when you turn to see what happened you feel a tug on your shoulder. You turn back to see a teen in a beanie and jean jacket running away at full speed. They have your bag. This can not be fucking happening again!
