Time to wake up,take some pills, get to work, get the check and get out.

Gloria, sleeping with tornado like strucken sheets moans and scratches her head,"damn what happened in here?", her throat burning with soreness.
She quietly turns her head to the clock that lays to the right of the tired looking bed "oh shit!" she says realizing that she is once again late for work. Is this an unbreakable cycle? She thinks to herself. With her left hand she takes a grip of the sheets and carelessly throws them across the room just knowing that they will hit and break something. Wy wouldn't they? It seems as though everything else has gone wrong this week. Her heavy reluctant feet hit the needle prickling floor as if she's trying to create an earthquake. She rushes into the bathroom.

thats as far as i got with changing rewording adding not sure if youd like me to do it or not lol

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