My name is Maggie. My weekday mornings are always the same. The alarm goes off at 6AM. I hate waking up this early. But, in order to make it to work, downtown, by 8AM I have to.

I’ve lived in the same city all my life. I won’t tell you how many years that is. But, it’s more than 30 and less than 40. I’ve never been married. But, I’m not ready to start my cat collection just yet.

My grandma Mary used to say, “If you haven’t been married by a certain age you may as well settle on some nice pets and call it a day.”
Awwww, grandma Mary. She passed away last year. I can’t say that I miss her. That would be lying. She wasn’t the nicest person. In fact, she was one of the nastiest people you would ever have the displeasure of meeting. But, she had a LOT of money. Sometimes money can make up for bad manners. Especially, when you’re the only one listed in the last will and testament.

I am an only child and my parents passed away in a car accident two years ago. The breaks gave out, without any notice. The mechanic said that he had just replaced them, just the year before. Upon inspection he couldn’t figure out how they had gotten so bad so fast. After that it was just my grandmother and I. And then, BAM! She was gone.

Anyway, I rolled out of bed and slipped on robe and slippers. They were the last gifts my parents ever gave to me. Fluffy pink slippers with a matching fluffy pink robe. I hate the color pink.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed. Today, I decided to wear my favorite black pencil skirt with a silk black floral capped blouse. I look quite pretty. I’m not the skinniest girl. But, I’m a bit of all right. If I do say so myself. I’m 5’6 and weigh approximately a number that I shall not tell you. I started a low carb diet two months ago. I bought a brand new scale that tells you your weight and body fat percentage; after you program it with your height. I can’t say that I haven’t cheated. But, I’m doing okay. I try not to be so hard on myself. Except for that one day when I threw it across the room. We all have our moments. Am I right?  Of course, I am.