Kara rubbed the sleep from her eyes after hitting snooze for the second time that morning. Sunlight filtered through the blinds. She had been dreaming about the mall. It had been a week since the meteorite tore a hole in the roof. The official explanation was that a support beam hadn’t been installed properly, but she witnessed the pod thing and remembered how it hissed when the guard touched it. A lot of people were really frantic about it. She and her cousin left right before quarantine started.
There were crazy reports about ill people suddenly being cured in the days that followed. She might not have believed it if she hadn’t seen it herself. Her cousin had spent most of his life with diabetes, but started having low blood sugar issues following the incident. Out of habit, he took a shot after eating lunch, but quickly found that the extra insulin wasn’t doing him any favors. At his next meal, he tested himself before the shot. His levels were normal, and still normal for days following. It was like his pancreas had started producing insulin again. He was scheduled for testing at the end of the week to see what was going on. It still hadn’t fully sank in. Many hospital and clinic schedules were over loaded, but not for injuries. People just wanted answers. For those who were relatively healthy, life went on as usual.
Kara was barely awake and would have loved to spend the rest of the day in bed. She wasn’t thrilled about her latest assignment. All things considered, it was a fun project. A photo shoot for a local zoo that would be used in an ad campaign scheduled later that year. Still, this particular job had a serious downside.
The client who commissioned the project had an overbearing personality and was a bit heavy on the innuendo. That might not have been a problem if he was more attractive and not twice her age. The thought of managing the shoot while he offered unsolicited advice and cracked perverted jokes wasn’t her idea of a good time.
Still, the money was good and she liked her job. A client with a lame personality wasn’t enough to stop her from taking care of business. She groaned, rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She already lost twenty minutes snoozing and needed to hurry up if she wanted to make it on time.
She unceremoniously kicked off her panties, sending them towards a pile of dirty cloths in the hall. She lifted off her nightgown and tossed it towards the growing pile as well. One perk of living alone was that she didn't need to be modest. She crossed the threshold to the bathroom and turned on the lights. Her eyes were still adjusting as she splashed water on her face in front of the vanity.
Now, slightly more awake, she sat to relieve herself; shivering as the warm fluid emptied into the bowl. Something felt a little off down below. Once finished, she used a small piece of toilet paper to wipe. Her genitals felt a little odd through the thin paper. Before she could investigate, her alarm echoed down the hall. She had forgotten to turn it off after hitting snooze.
She started the shower and left to disable the alarm while the water warmed up...