“Six fifty-eight..” The words echoed through her room. Frustrated that once again she couldn't sleep when she needed to she hoists herself up and leans against the wall and examines her bedroom. Almost everything was floor level. The mattress without a frame, alarm clock and telephone on a shoebox next to it. Two laundry baskets, one with folded laundry and one with dirty laundry, a small computer set up on a crate with a pillow placed sadly in front of it in place of a chair. She thought to herself how it would be nice to have proper furniture but it wasn't an option.
    The two minutes had passed and and the familiar frustrating buzz of the clock let her know. Although wide awake she crawled over and pressed the snooze button anyways, just in case. In the same motion she picks up her phone and checks for messages, despite being fully aware none came last night. She looks in the message box anyways, maybe something slipped through. Only a week old message alerting her to pick up a package from the post office. This had become a bad habit.
     The clock reminds her the snooze period has ended. Unshaken by the noise she puts a finger down on the snooze button again. Just in case. She rises and drags her feet to the bathroom. She was awake enough to not drag her feet, if she wanted she probably could have ran to it, but she wanted to at least pretend she was tired. The bathroom almost as barren as the bedroom. The floors much more heavily matted than the average bathroom. Flipping the seat down on the toilet, she took a moment to examine her knees. Scattered with bandages per usual. Reaching from the toilet she turns the bathtub on and lets the water warm. The shower worked, and she knew it took more water to draw a bath, but she didn't want to slip in the shower. Unflinching, she peels the bandages off, and drops them in the basket next to the toilet. Free of the assorted bandages her legs revealed a patchwork of cuts and bruises.
  The second snooze period ends and the clock buzzes away in her room. She ignores it throws her sleepwear to the side of the bathroom and lowers herself into the bath. Leaning over the side. Just in case. She went through the cleaning routine as the alarm kept begging for attention in the other room. She ignored it and finished up. Cautiously bringing herself from the tub, she sat down on the floor and leaned against it to dry off. Applied fresh bandages where necessary before moving to the sink.
   The clock still buzzed in the other room. She stared at herself for a moment in the mirror, the patchwork continued on her arms and shoulders, even some unsightly bruises adorned her chest. She had learned to ignore all this for the most part, there was no way around it, but on a morning like this it nagged at her conscious enough for her to have to shake herself away from it to actually pay attention to the rest of her in the mirror. She was attractive enough she figured, despite the physical blemishes. Skinny but not a image fitness, eyes dark and strained, out of place from the sharp features of the rest of her face. Dark chin length hair still damp stuck to her face, combing it back with her hand one more bruise on her right cheek is revealed. She hated that, Her co-workers assumed to much of such a simple thing.
   Still leaving the clock buzzing she returned to her room. And moved to the laundry baskets and carefully knelt beside them. She found herself ruining the once folded clothing to look for a pair of pants that hadn't had the knees torn or scrapped up. Momentarily frustrated at how long it took to succeed in the task she made a mental note to get some new jeans next paycheck. Bra, undershirt, long sleeved t-shirt, hooded sweater. It would do for the day. She dressed herself without standing up, just case. Then reached to the corner concealed from sight by the laundry baskets. A small brown square with a single strap to its opposite corners. Unzipping it halfway she makes sure its contents are still there, bandages, smelling salts, personal medical information, a handful of  clips and straps that mountain climbers use. She removed a well used strap with a clip on each end, and attached one end to the belt loop of her pants. Just in case.
   The alarm clocks buzz halted as she turned the alarm off all the way, took her phone from the bed and made way to the door.
        “Damn.” the words echoed through her room. She lay flat on her back, feet at the end of her bedroom door.  “Damn.. Damn... Damn it Damn it god fucking damn it” the words muttered nonchalantly despite their  weight. She rummaged in her pocket for her phone. Two miss calls from work. She hoped by now they would understand. She rolled over to look at the clock. The little red lights mocked her with the numbers six, five, and eight. She decided not to get up for awhile. Just in case.