6 o’clock.

I was still in bed, Listeria could sing her heart out for all I cared; I was going to get my 12 hours.

Maybe this was my fault for being cheap but how was I supposed to know there’d be any real difference between the 50 den siren and the 35–their bowls looked exactly the same.

Marketing failure.

It doesn’t much matter now that I’m late for the third time this month, today might just be the day Mr. Finn makes good on his promise and finally fires me—

“Could you guys move any slower?” A minuscule nail poked somewhere inside my open mouth,

“Ow, watch the tongue,”

I could sense the unrest, but they’d have bigger problems than a poor work environment and if they made me any more late and we all ended up on the pavement together. And it would be all of us together, lord knows no one’s hiring.

Humans. Never thinking farther than a few moments into the future.

“Alright, alright I’ll just go, get down!”

Several pairs of groans chorused before they made their way to my open palm.

“Really, when did you all get so sassy?”

I hopped into some jeans and a t-shirt I hoped looked good enough and flew out the door.

Or at least I tried too.

“Jeffrey, wake up!”

His repteilian eyes just barely opened before he went right back to sleep, blowing a stream of smoke in my face.

I sighed.