8:00am.    I shut my eyes tighter as my alarm continued to beep   “Shut up” I mumbled under my breath, pulling my comforter closer to me. After remembering that the alarm wasn’t voice activated, I finally reached over to shut the contraption up. I my back, trying to open my heavy eyelids. I had gone to sleep early, but I felt so tired. I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep all day under the cozy covers. That truly sounds amazing. Just sleep….   I groaned when I heard my phone ringing from my nightstand. Slowly my mind started to remember that I was most likely expecting a call, but in the end, I didn’t pick up. I continued to lie there staring at my phone until I got tired of the blinking light and decided to grab it and press the voicemail icon.    “Ms. Lee, I was instructed to remind you 4 hours prior to your meeting with Mr. Park. If you’d like me to cancel, please call back”   I dropped my phone after hearing the message and rubbed my eyes. I had made the request personally because lately, it had been tougher to get up in the morning. After stretching, I got out of bed, leaving it undone like the past few days and went to take a shower.    Recently I’ve felt as if I’ve been moving in slow motion. I knew I wasn’t okay, but I knew that I would be once I was done grieving. But to be honest, was I even grieving?   I was able to move my body and I was seeing the world with my eyes, but I felt as if I was probably controlling my movement from the outside. Maybe I was an alien and my body was a projection of myself in human form, but back in the spaceship, I was controlling it with levers and buttons.    What is it with me and aliens?   G.Soul is getting to me….   Normally I took a shorter time to get ready and today was no different. The silence in my apartment was driving me mad and I wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible.    “Hold it right there, Min Young” I blinked in surprised and slowly lowered my hand that was ready to plug in my earphone into my ear. Irene huffed as she stepped through the apartment building doors and walked over to me in all her fashion glory.    “Please tell me that you’re not going to work dressed like that” “Okay, I won’t tell you,” I said, shoving my hands in my oversized hoodie pockets. Irene crossed her arms over her chest, making me roll my eyes. “I asked one of the secretaries to have something for me in my office. Relax. I’m not going to look like a runaway at my meeting” “So you know you look like a hobo?” “I said runaway” Irene sighed, “I came to take you out for breakfast, but I didn’t think you’d have plans”   “Why not?”   Irene winced at my annoyed tone and I immediately felt bad. “I’m so-” “Don’t be. I should’ve called first or something” I clenched my fists inside my pockets, “I need to go, Irene. I’ll take a rain check for that breakfast, okay?” Irene smiled softly and nodded, then moved forward to give me a hug, but saw me tense up and lowered her hands causing another wave of guilt to crash inside me, but I made no effort to move my arms.   “Okay. I love you” “You too”    We walked outside together and said goodbye as we got into our cars. When I was safe inside my Mustang Premiere Convertible with all it’s tainted windows glory and raised top, I slammed my hands on the steering wheel.    I hated how people treated me like a bird with a broken wing, but I also hated myself for acting like said stupid bird. My friends may not say it, but I think they wish I would see a psychologist. Well, at least with that outburst, Irene might be thinking that. I had been grieving “normally” or at least, I seemed to be grieving "normally" in their eyes. I could pretend to be getting better, but that’ll worry them more and at least right now they’re giving me my space.   I wonder how long that’ll last?   I know Irene won’t walk away so easily next time.   “Good morning, Ms. Lee” “Morning John” I answered politely at the security guard that guarded the back entrance to the company. He smiled and opened the gate to let me through.   “Have have a nice day”   “You too”   I drove in and parked my car in my parking space. After unplugging my phone from the car charger, I reached for my thermos and groaned when I remembered I didn’t make myself coffee that morning.    “Well, at least I’m early” I mumbled as I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. I started to walk towards the entrance doors but stopped in the middle of the parking lot next to mine. I turned my head to the side and saw that my father’s name was covered up with fresh white paint. I immediately faced forward when I heard a car entering the lot and hastily made my way into the company.    “Oh. Good morning Ms. Lee, what can I get you?” I swallowed the words that were about to exit my mouth and replaced them with my actual order then scanned my phone on the credit card reader to make the payment “Your order will be done soon” “Thanks Britt” I answered, putting my phone in my pocket and walking to one of the tables in the middle of the cafe inside the company.    Brittany had been working here for 2 years now and was accustomed to calling me Min, so was John and everyone else for that matter. The