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I began to run my fingers through her long brown...

Ugh

(slam)

again...

The sun hasn't come up through the roofs of the other apartment buildings, yet I stumble about my room looking for the bathroom door. The tile floor is so incredibly cold it almost shocks you awake. The shower spurts on and steam starts to flow over the top of the curtain. Finally my eyes are adjusted to the light of the bathroom and get into the shower. Why is it that no matter how hot I get this thing going, it always feels so damn cold when I first get into it. After getting out of the shower and wrapping myself in a towel, I pick up my electric shaver and start towards my daily "chore". I still can't get used to not having facial hair.
Hanging the towel on the rack, I head into the large closet to get one of my 5 pairs of suit pants off the wire hanger. I slip into them and get poked and sratched by them. I put on my suspenders and wonder why people from the 40's couldn't use belts. Its been 3 months of putting a tie on every single day, yet I still mess up the first time and can't get it right. I just shrug and roll it up and put it into my bag along with my apron. I hunt for 10 minutes looking for my name tag, and then realize that it is already on my suspenders because that's were I left it last night when I got in... Thinking to myself "I'm going to leave this here so I know where it is in the morning."
The sun still hasn't fully come over the street. Everything has a fine misting of water. I really can't tell at this point though if it's from the temperatures, or if its from the geiser that hits our window at 9:30 every night. Old faithful, you can set your watch to her. I can't help but to look around and smile. "Yes it's real, no, it doesn't feel that way."
I take my seat on the wooden bench and wait for E. Ah yes E. Either :15 or :45. A pulls around and then C follows closely behind. Then as something comes around a sharp corner at about 30, tires screeching and smoking I get up. E is coming and the guy with the hat is driving. I wonder to myself if today will be the day that I get killed in a bus. I look around at the people on the bus, and I envy the guy with the long maroon coat with golden trim. But, everyone has there spot in the show and I am proud of what I do and love my job. My heart pounding from the excitement of the arrival of E, I slide into the seat in the back and rest my head against the window and close my eyes to get a few more minutes of sleep.

The bus screeches to a halt as I am thrust towards the window.

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Ugh...

( Slam )

I slip out of my bunk and hit the floor. I grab my towel and shower stuff and shuffle into the bathroom.
Getting dressed, I grab my books and head to class.

It was just a dream. Wasn't it?