Originally posted on Hot chocolate and books:
The rrriinngg! of the cash register resounded inside my head, like tiny metallic bullets ricocheting of its walls in my cavernous depths. My heavy drooping eyelids snapped wide open. I was doing it again. Falling asleep, and that too while I rung up the customer who right now was full out staring at me, concerned. It was Sassy Cass, a mid-aged ash blond with a string of three little girls beside her. Sassy because she was, but at the moment it seemed drained out of her, she wasn’t getting much rest either. Her daughters’ identical blond heads were bobbing up and down at the edge of the counter as they fussed.