N. Erebus

Late to Work

I wake up. It’s late. Did I miss the alarm? I get up and brush my teeth. The suit is clean enough. No time for coffee. Blue tie it is.

My phone rings. It’s the robot. I hang up. Time is of the essence, so I leave.

The door in my car makes a strange noise. I need to get that checked. My neighbours nod and wave as I drive away. One of them says something that I don’t understand. I nod back. They don’t see it.

I make my way to the motorway. Traffic is good. It shouldn’t be. What time is it? I check the clock on the panel. 8:25 a.m. Where is everybody?

I arrive at work just in time. No one is here. Is this some sort of prank? I grab my phone to message my colleagues while I struggle to catch my breath. The fingerprint sensor doesn’t work because of my sweaty hands. The phone shows the home screen with the system clock and calendar. It’s Sunday. I really need to take some time off.