Decisions, Decisions


Your alarm blares right next to your ear just as the Sun seeps through your curtains to hit you square in the eyes.
You're exhausted. It feels as if you've been hit by a bus then left in the street for the vultures.
Everything aches.
Today's your third, and last, twelve-hour shift this week and your eager to get it over with. You get yourself ready and head out to work.
"Time to head out."