this morning #640.

this morning, she was destined for the drive-thru, running late due to a series of unexpected setbacks. no home-cooked meal today. foam egg & orange cheese on a one-star bagel handed to her through a sliding window by a disgruntled “team member.” an hour later, strong shifts hit her weak stomach as she sat at her desk typing away, trying to make spreadsheets sparkle. an hour after that, she was mindlessly scrolling on her phone from the inside of a bathroom stall, waiting for the pain to pass. for the rest of the day, her insides were not okay, all because she woke up late. tomorrow, she would try to avoid delays. she owed her intestines that much.