Marry one Love Three

I wake as if it's an emergency as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. My heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in my brain and together they are as panic with jump-leads.

''Shit, Shit, Shit, '' I shrieked in a hurry, brushing my teeth, gathering all of my belongings. I was running late to work at the Maddox Headquarters, which I know for sure anytime now that I'm going to be fired.

My phone buzzed uncontrollably on the desk, rining ''wake-up'' from the alarm and I clicked done while putting my black and white striped dress I bought from Macy's.

''Adele! You're going to be late!'' Catherine, my youngest sister yelled across the room.

''I know!'' I yelled back. ''Shit, '' I whispered to myself again.

Grabbing my keys along with my purse, phone, and mascara with lipgloss, I left my room. Catherine sat there with her cheer gear on while eating an egg-and-bacon sandwich.

I quickly grabbed a bite and she scoffed at me.

''Really?'' She looked at me, wanting to throw a punch while I quaffed down an orange juice.

''You're the best sister, '' I jokingly responded and left the apartment.

''You mean Briana!'' She yells as I laughed, getting ready to go to work.

I was in a hurry this morning.

Waking up can be harsh, especially if your dreams are better than reality. The saddest part of it is, though, that eventually, even the memory of your dream will fade - if you are even lucky enough to remember it that is.

Then you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that you ever had the dream, to begin with.

I dreamt about my boss Aiden Maddox, the CEO of Maddox Headquarters last night. I ask myself; Why? And how is it possible to dream about your boss, who I used to go to high school, not to mention is with someone else?

It's weird with these fantasies about him, which is funny because I don't think he likes me. We went to Golden High together. He was everyone's favorite popular boy, we had some classes together here and there throughout our high school years. But, there is no doubt in mind that there was an ounce he felt the same way as I did about him.

It wasn't realistic. Plus, it's already too late when he's already with a British model. Camille Jones. Blonde Hair, blue eyes, literally a doppelganger of Victoria Beckham.

And then there's me.

Only, I can never have him. Not that he wants me. To him, I'm just a nobody.