Meg Marigold woke abruptly to the sound of her screeching alarm clock. A moan of annoyance came from the pile of quilts and blankets that devoured the very much sleep deprived inhabitant. Meg was not quite prepared to leave her bed.
Unfortunately, she knew the consequences of her actions if she did not leave her bed, so a further moan escaped her mouth as she groggily arose from her bed, short, dark brown hair spiking all over the place. She walked over to her curtains like a zombie, even though they were only three steps. Slowly but surely, she ripped open her curtains to reveal the small street below her and the look of rain looming in the clouds. Meg looked at her alarm clock; it was 6:45am.
Unlike her parents, Meg is a known night Owl and late riser, which meant high school hours did not cooperate with her as a teen and now waking up at 6:45am for work was not what she had dreamed of at 16.
She blinked slowly and tried to wipe away the crusty sleep formed in her eyes. Today, she was slightly hungover.
"Hey Google," Meg slurred as she continued rubbing her eyes, hoping that will take away the pain, "Play 'September' by Earth, Wind & Fire."
She flopped back on her bed.
"Sure, playing 'September' by Earth, Wind & Fire on Spotify." Said the Google Home, and the music began playing.
Meg was quite known for her love of that song, and knew fully well that if she played it when she woke up she would most definitely be up and dancing around. That was, in fact, the case. Meg's head began moving to the beat with her face in the quilt, and as the first words are sung, she was already up. Dancing.
"DO YOU REMEMBER, THE 21ST NIGHT OF SEPTEMBER." She yelled, not quite singing but with enough passion that it could slightly be passable as "singing".
She danced around her room as she gathered her work clothes: black slacks, black heels, white button up blouse, black blazer, and,  her favourite item of clothing, her nude trench coat. Every time she wore that thing she felt like a detective from a 60's crime book. She felt like an older Nancy Drew. That was the only reason why she truly wore it, to make her boring office job feel like she's about to embark on her dream job.
Meg slid into her tiny little ensuite to brush her teeth and her hair. Usually, a normal human being would do those things first, but Meg always insists that clothes first feels natural.
After the little ensuite interval, 'September' came to a fade out ending, and Meg became slightly more tired as her hungover began taking toll. She told Google to stop the music as she began walking into her little kitchen. She flicked the coffee machine on as she reached for bread and an avocado. She continued the rest of her routine groggily.
After her coffee was brewed on placed into her travel mug, meg went on to grab her bag and place some running shoes in it as she had a funny feeling she would be needing them. She scoffed her avocado bread thing (she doesn't like the toasted version so it is now called an "avocado bread thing") and began making her way out of her midget sized flat. She chugged some of her coffee down as she made her way down the stairs and into the foyer. She barged through the door and shut it swiftly behind her, a skill she acquainted herself with after learning it doesn't shut properly if you just shut it like a weakling. She took one look at the clouds and knew that she'd regret not packing an umbrella.
Meg began her small walk to the train station, where she caught the 7:15am train into the city central. She always made sure she was at least around 5-10 minutes early to her train, as it was the only one to go to where she wants at a time before work started. The next one was at 9am.
Swiftly she walked down the street along the sidewalk and marched over to the train station across from the intersection, where she learned not to just walk out randomly but to actually be cautious. She plonked down on the bench at the station and looked at her watch: 7:12am. She breathed a sigh of relief and waited as the train came soaring around the corner, only to slow down in front of Meg. She looked around and saw two other people waiting at the station and wondered where they were going and what jobs they had to fulfil. It was something she thought of every morning.
She arose from her seat and began walking onto the train. She searched her purse for her metro card and scanned it on the machine. It beeped in response that signalled she paid the government for a ride. She strode through the carriages and sat down at her favourite spot, one where she can see everyone on the train without looking suspicious. She would then attempt to do some deducing, like the great Sherlock Holmes would in his books. She grabbed her earbuds from her bag and plugged them into her phone, placing an earbud in each ear. As the train began departing the station, she played the Sherlock TV series theme, which made her detective dream seem more real.
Meg Marigold sat watching the train zoom by all the cars and houses, thinking of the day ahead and the nights that were once in the present.