The sound of the brass alarm clock on the shelf beside her bed awoke Victoria from her slumber. Irritated, she toe kicked the clock. The kick sent the clock careening towards the wall and upon impact shattered the clock into fragments. With a yawn she rolled over, pulled the covers tight over her and fell back into the depth of dreams.

Amazingly, the alarm system for the clock still worked, and started ringing without any means of stopping. Victoria lazily opened one eye and realized she wasn't going to get any more sleep. With that she sat up in her bed and threw the covers off her and stared at her feet, which was by the headboard. She mildly noted to try to find a way to stop moving in her sleep.

As she raised herself up with her hands, her right hand slipped and she fell out of bed, her head making contact with the ground. She corrected her upside-down position and made her way to the bathroom. She paused, and turned her attention the alarm clock, which was still ringing. She clumped all the fragments together, and grounded the pieces with the palm of her hands. She dusted off the fine powder that was once an alarm clock and continued on her journey to the bathroom.

She took off her blue two-piece buttoned shirt with sleeping slacks and stepped into the shower. She slowly scrubbed her lightly tanned white skin with her scrubber and passed some conditioner in her hair. After her shower she wrapped herself in a towel and brushed her teeth. Victoria grabbed her comb and dragged it across her head to try (yet fail) to tame her spiked out blondish hair, so she put it in a sloppy form of a ponytail.
After putting on some deodorant she stepped in front of her closet. She opened up the doors and yawned as the whirring of machines was frantically trying to put together an outfit based on her likes. What the machine came up with a holograph image of Victoria dressed in a red punk top with black jeans with white linen gloves and matching blue panties and bra. A screen appeared in front of her who asked: "Is this fine with you?" She responded, "Whatever"(she didn't care for this sort of thing) and smacked her lips before being enclosed by a silver pod. The machine hummed and cracked open to reveal a completely dressed Victoria.

She walked out of her room into the mansion halls. Victoria passed by the rooms of the sleeping inhabitants towards the stairs. She found her way downstairs and made her way to the snack lounge. She looked for the coffee machine and had herself a cup. She was reaching for her favorite pumpkin Danish when she looked up at the clock, and noticed she was late. She rushed to the cloak room to hurry up and put on some outerwear. She quickly selected a large gray pea body coat and a black beret with black boot/shoes. She skipped the dressing sequence, found her coat and grabbed her hat.

Victoria ran out the door slamming the grand door shut behind her. She tore down the long driveway to the entrance of the estate. She looked to her right and saw the double-decked bus a few hundred feet away from the bus stop. It was a race to see who got to the stop first. She sprinted to the stop and made it in seconds flat. The bus door opened as she stepped on board drawing her breath. The bus driver looked at her with little expression, shrugged and turned to the road when she paid her fare. Victoria went upstairs to the top floor found a seat and sat down. She took out a cigarette and popped one in her mouth. She was fighting with her lighter when a man offered his lit match to her. She gratefully accepted, lit her cigarette, sat back, leaned her head against the window, and closed her eyes, cigarette still in mouth. Somebody spoke but she didn't hear as she went into a dream. The British 40-piece orchestra on the radio started playing a 24-bar transition. Victoria lightly sang "Ah" along with the piece as the bus drove on towards her destination.