I broke my favorite chain this morning, the pendant is the Nefertiti. I snatched it while drying off, rushing to get dress. I glanced at the clock that gave me five more minutes of grace before I would miss my train to work. I'm a creature of habit so anything outside my normal routine bothers me tremendously. As I drove to the train station, I envisioned my entire day, my routine life. Alarm goes off, I give praise to the most high. I hop into the shower for four minutes. I clean everything that matters, layer myself in fragrances and oils. Set my two daughters alarms for 7:15am so they can start their morning routine, that'll follow them forever. Kiss them on the face and smell the scent on their necks to get me through the day. Grab my lunch, leftovers from the night before and a piece of fruit for breakfast. Hop into my Kia Soul and pretend it's my dream car as I drive four minutes to the train station. I circle the parking lot in hopes to find a parking spot closes to the entrance. I walk to the platform, looking for familiar faces that have caught the same train as me for years. We make eye contact to acknowledge that we all still exist in the workforce of hustle and bustle. The train arrives, blowing its horn and spreading chemicals in the air. I board the train looking for the seat with the least amount of filth and remnants from previous riders. I close my eyes and listen to my playlist named "the groove" each song selected from me, just for me. I pretend that I'm riding first class catching a flight to do business. Reality hits thirty minutes later when I arrive in the heart of Southern, California and I take my five minutes to walk to work. I walk into my department and exchange fake smiles to the same condescending people through emails daily. I prepare my coffee, with cream and sugar and anticipate the taste as I walk into my office, passing everyone in hopes that they leave me alone on this rough Wednesday morning. I get to my office and sit at my desk and pretend that I'm in the career I've always dreamed of for eight hours. At the 59th minute of the 7th hour, my bags are packed and I walk the five minutes to the train station and wait on the platform for the same familiar faces. We give each other the look of accomplishment because we've defeated another day of the workforce, hustle, and bustle. I close my eyes and listen to my playlist "the groove" made by me, just for me and pretend to soar the skies for thirty minutes. I arrive back to my dream car next to the entrance, that allows me to leave the parking lot before anyone else, my little win for the day. I pull into my townhouse garage and pretend it's my dream home mansion. I prepare a dinner for evening, shower and prepare for my routine tomorrow, only to pretend to be a writer with a beautiful Nefertiti chain.