Stew was running late for work! “7 AM! I didn’t hear the alarm go off!” Stew griped. Reluctant to leave his fortress of warm blankets, he retracted the black covers making a bee-line for the bathroom. On the way tripping over clothing, books, electronics, unused sports equipment, as his studio-apartment was a maze only he could navigate.
He could hear his mother in the back of his mind, “You will never land your future wife living in that mess of an apartment. Are you going to bring your date back to a mess like that? You will scare her away! You need to clean it up, Stew. A man your age should be married. You have a career. You need someone to share it all with.”
Tossing yesterday’s take-out in the trash on the way, he made a mental note to take his mother’s advice. Maybe he would start cleaning the place up a bit. The place needed some color. Some good vibes. But not today.
Sleepily, he hurried to throw cold water on his face. “No time to shower.” He thought sarcastically. Staring back at his somber deep-set blue eyes with a curious sparkle of black, he considered skipping brushing his teeth. Grabbing his toothbrush from vanity, he slathered on the toothpaste. He knew Sophia wouldn’t dream of going on a date with him, and his dragon breath.
Then again– Who would want to date a 6’2 Mortician? “A corpse has a better chance of getting a date with Sophia than I do.” Stew mused clumsily throwing on clothes. Looking in the mirror in disbelief, his hair is sticking up straighter than a skunks tail.
“My hair! I forgot to comb my hair!” He shrieked. Slicking it down with his hands.
“No time to pack lunch! I gotta go! Already 15 minutes late! Goodbye 666 Mundane Lane!” Stew yelled slamming the door.
This is Monday. When I am hung-up and cannot get moving, I am going to work on days of the week. It was a fun prompt!
I am working at fiction.
Comments are encouraged lovely readers.