Third post, and it's still Thursday? Heavens to Betsy! Speaking of which, isn't that an odd expression? Who's Betsy? Anyway....here is just a little thing I wrote. Not really a story, just something.

Running Late!

Late night, as usual.
Cautionary words,
'You don't want to be late'
Stumble into bed; big thing tomorrow.
Work..right?
Dream world, a few hours of peace then
the alarm. Not awake yet, fall out 
of bed. Clothes.
Socks, then shoes. 
Food? No time.
Half-closed eyes, groggy words to the cashier.
Black, scalding coffee and

HOLY CRAP I GOTTA GO OUTTA MY WAY OUTTA MY WAY---

Now, who hasn't felt this way at least once?