9 to 5 By Dolly Parton
A/N: This is another song, for the i-pod shuffle promt. I heard this and it hit me like a runnaway train, that's Claira, the cafe owner all over. I should do this for her, and I did. Leave a review please!
Claira hit the alarm clock, tumbling out of bed. Stumbling to the kitchen, she stretched, yawned, and started the coffee. Looking at the clock, she was suddenly awake.
"Dang! Not again!" She cried, running out of the room to go get ready. One of these days, could she possibley run earlier?
As she was done in the shower, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, grabbing a cup of coffee as she swept out the door. "Ah coffee, the cup of ambition." she sighed as she started to unlock the cafe's doors.
She watched as the owner of the gas station across the street, opened up, waving to her. The traffic would start rolling and getting busy around this time of day, she thought. So Claira tied an apron on and started to get to work, signing. "9 to 5, what a way to make a living."
the traffic really started to jump, folks pouring into Claira's cafe. The more people, the more money she got, but the more work she had to do in the shortest amount of time.
By closing time, at five o'clock, Claira was done in. looking around her, she pushed her limp hair off of her forehead and started to get ready for the same routine, tomorrow.
Signing once more, "Folks like me, on the job from nine to five."
And with that, Claira locked up her cafe and headed home to start the routine all over again.