I was jolted from the deepest of slumbers by my excruciatingly loud ringtone. Grabbing the still ringing cell I saw that it was five am… Oh my God, I’m supposed to be at work right now… I thought. I answered with a hoarse, “Hello..?” And shuffled out of the dim room trying not to wake my friend, though I heard her groan and turn in her bed, also having been woken by my phone.
“Cedar? It’s Kerri, where are you?” her voice was soft, knowing she had just woken me.
“I just woke up, I’m so sorry, I slept through my alarm, but I’m coming.” I assured her.
“Ok, just be careful, it’s foggy.” Her subtly is impeccable, she didn’t want me rushing around and getting into an accident.
What Kerri isn’t aware of is that, especially when I have to be out early, I have a habit of setting up all my things. From my work clothes to the coordinating socks and shoes to my bag and cardigan of choice. Needless to say I was out the door in minutes.
Now what I wasn’t aware of was the fog bank that had settled over the world. I was completely lost in the mist, the route I take five days a week was foreign to me. An eighteen wheeler sped past me on the freeway, to my amazement and abject horror, and seemed quite in control of the situation unlike me, hunched over my wheel, squinting into the dense masses of gray, as if I could hone in and penetrate the thick fabric that shut the road out of sight. I began searching desperately for familiar signs, they were nowhere and as panic set in they would jump out at me with alarming speed. The earth had opened and Hades’ steamy hot breath had spilled out onto the surface, leaving us all wandering about, helpless and lost.
I was half an hour late to work that Sunday, the first time I’ve been late in my six months of working at my “new job”.
I apologized profusely, not wanting any of my coworkers to think I’d intentionally skip out on them. There was no long lasting consequence, but I switched my alarm tone real quick to one that would certainly wake me so that there would be no “next time” I was late.