FLASH FICTION: SNOOZE

I submitted this flash fiction to a publication about two years ago, and it was rejected. So I decided to publish it here. As for my blog, nothing gets rejected. I have all power here. Lolz xx.

Don’t really mind me. *wink*wink*

SNOOZE

Alarm goes off at 5am sharp. She hated that sound. Where did the 8 hours of sleep run to? But if it was Public Administration class, time would just decide to go slow. She stretched out her arm and fumbled around for where she thought the snooze button was on her phone. Her class doesn’t start till 7:30am anyway.

The alarm silences and she left out a sigh of relief. Ah, more sleep. She allowed her heavy lids drift shut for a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, she promised herself.

She was having the best dream ever and she wouldn’t let Calculus class ruin it. Calculus! The course she feared. Well, she’s doing something about it. Having study groups and seeking assistance from the cutest most intelligent boy in class, so what there’s to worry?

Her dream was about her tour. She was on center stage, the perfect hair blowing in every direction. She sang and her audience waved their hands and moved to her music, shouting and screaming her name, singing along with her. She had the best fans in the world. She wanted to be a singer and she admired Kaakie in everything. She read Science at the university just to impress her family. She had her own dreams.

One of her fans ran to the stage and hugged her tight, then tapped her on her back.

“Peggy…..Peggy?” Everything started to fade away, but she was hearing her name.

“Peggy?.........Peggy?................wake up”

“Huh?”

“Peggy, don’t you have a class this morning?”

She opened her eyes and saw her roommate staring at her.

“I thought you said you have Calculus class on Fridays.” Akua, her roommate said. She stretched, grabbed her phone and gasped.

7:15am

She startled awake and let herself have a mini panic attack. As she was searching for the snooze button earlier at 5, her finger accidentally turned the alarm off altogether.

She rushed to the bathroom and cursed herself. After less than 5 minutes, she came out, put on her tracksuit and took her bag, shoving her Calculus book and calculator into it.

“What about Calculus class?” Akua asked.

She began combing her rigid her. “I’m on my way.”

“In tracksuit?” her roommate asked, puzzled.

Peggy smiled. “Let’s just pretend, I’m just from the gym.” She picked up her bag and headed for class.