Alarm goes off at 5am. She hated that sound. Where did the eight hours of sleep run to? But if it was Public Administration class, time would have just decided to run slow. She stretched out her arm and fumbled around for where the snooze button was on her phone. Her class doesn’t start till 7:30 am anyway.
The alarm silences and she lets out a sigh of relief. Ah, more sleep. She allowed her heavy lids drift shut for a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, she promised herself.
She was having the best dream ever and would not let Calculus class ruin it. Calculus! The course she feared. Well, she’s doing something about it. Having study groups and seeking assistance from the cutest most intelligent boy in class, so what’s there to worry about?
Her dream was about her tour. She was on center stage, the perfect hair blowing in every direction. She sang and her audience waved their hands and moved to her music, shouting and screaming her name, singing along with her. She had the best fans in the world. She wanted to be a singer and she admired Kaakie in everything. She read Science at the university just to impress her family. She had her own dreams.
One of her fans ran on stage and hugged her tight, then pats her on the back.
“Peggy….Peggy…..Peggy” Everything started to fade away, but she was wearing her name.
“Peggy, Peggy, wake up!”
“Huh?”
“Peggy, don’t you have a class this morning?”
She opened her eyes, and saw her roommate staring at her.
“I thought you said you have Calculus lecture Friday mornings.” Akua, her roommate said. She stretched, grabbed her phone and gasped.
7:15am.
She startled awake and let herself have a mini panic attack. As she was searching for the snooze button earlier at 5, her finger accidentally turned the alarm off all together.
She rushed to the bathroom and cursed herself. After less than 5 minutes, she came out, put on her tracksuit and took her bag, shoving her Calculus book and calculator into it.
“What about Calculus class?” Akua asked.
Peggy began combing her rigid hair. “I’m on my way.”
“In tracksuit?” she asked, puzzled.
Peggy smiled. “Let’s just say, I’m just from the gym.” She picked up her bag and headed for class.
