Actually, one more thing: THIS was the version I meant to post. Finally, it's not all scrunched up! Yay! NOW, without further ado.
Here I drift, in the sweet nothingness called sleep.
The alarm goes off blaring The Zoo at 6:30
But I don't wake up until 7:15
I put on a silky crimson blouse and black dress pants and brush my long raven hair
Rush out the door and stop at a nearby Starbucks before boarding the bus
I peer at my watch while drinking the steamy brown liquid
Panic at what I see
It is 7:30, and I have to be at work by 9:00
Commute takes about two hours on a good day
I look out the window and see gridlock on the Brooklyn Bridge and groan
This will be my 10th time this month that I am tardy, and I'm not exaggerating
I get off the bus and walk- run, actually- down the block to where my office is:
The 100th floor.
I check the time again, 8:50
I'll be lucky if my boss doesn't fire me for being late again
Fire is just the word, for when I finally get to my office
That is when it hits.
Piercing, blazing, soaring swords
Through the stony, gray humdrum of my life
As well as through the concrete and steel walls of the renowned tower
I run from the inevitable, and not unpunctuality this time
Waves of flame, flashing darkness, biting pain, and fate
Surging toward me.
I try to swim though the thick sea of ebony smoke and people
With the same goal as I: to escape what we know is coming
I rush, I pray, I hope, I prepare for the worse
I take back what I said before about luck; I would be lucky to survive this
Then the two seas collide.
My skin, hair, eyes, nerves liquefying and my blood evaporating by the furious inferno
Screams of unfathomable agony and terror akin to that of bond sheep being led to the slaughter all around me
I drift into that black, desolate, incinerating sea,