In apartment 205 Lucy’s alarm screamed repeatedly to be silenced as the midday sun berated it through parted shutters. There had been no need for Lucy to set the alarm, she was let go on Friday. All that hard work, all those long hours at the office, had been for nothing.
Perhaps she had forgotten the alarm was still set for Monday morning when she poured a tall glass of wine Saturday night. Perhaps she set it on purpose as a way to pull her back to reality as she popped pill after pill, finishing off the bottle of wine.
Part 1: Imaginary