Between Jobs

You roll from side to side under your covers, the warmth and softness begging you to stay beneath the sheets and it's an enticing offer. You mumble in frustration as the need in your bladder and the sun in your eyes causes you to fully wake up. You groggily rub the sleep from your eyes and remove yourself from your sheets.

Stepping lightly across your floor you race to the bathroom to take care of your bodily functions. You slip off your panties and sit tiredly on the toilet seat as you relieve yourself. You finish up, wipe off, wash your hands and head out to your living room. You quite enjoy you're apartment, it's no penthouse but you've made do with the modest dwelling.

You head into your kitchen and begin fixing yourself some breakfast, some eggs to be precise. You start the stove and begin the process of cooking, soon an enticing aroma is filling the room and your sitting yourself down at your table to eat.

Finishing with the eggs you wipe your mouth and rinse the plate off, putting it away in the dish washer. You step into your "study", really just a glorified closet, and pull up your computer's calendar.