You know that feeling you get when cold, mucky water seems into canvas shoes? Yeah, well Jackie was starting to get as she waited impatiently in the murky subway station.

It all started that morning.

She woke up with rebellion in her vains, not bothering to hear what the weather man suggested for her to go or wear. She'd grabbed a what seemed to be clean tank deep violet top, and then jeans and a heather gray hoodie in a similar condition, as well as a pair of canvas vans. Leaving the house with bagel in hand, she was content with the notion that she'd get something productive done.

Oh, but really started at the end of her day.

Productive was substituted with waste of her fucking time. 3 hours into her day Jackie was seated in a filthy Starbucks couch drinking overpriced black coffee and deleting every other word she'd typed down on the little laptop keyboard. 3 hours and 2 minutes in she lost it, giving up on the little hope left of going anything worth anything that day. It was time to unwind. There was a six pack under her bed at home, it would be warm of course, but it wouldn't be too bad since she remembered the pack of cigarettes snuggled between bras in her dresser. Okay, so now she smiled.

Leaving the small coffee shop for the street, Miss Emerson was still lightly smiling to her; her laptop in the backpack she'd slung over her shoulder which made her look a bit younger than she really was. That's when she felt a droplet on her head. Then another. Then another. Then another. It wasn't long till it was pouring and once Jackie got into the subway station her dark brown hair was sticking to her face as her teeth shattered and her sneakers squeaked. She didn't look pleased, but kept herself in check with happy thoughts of alcohol, dry clothes, and nicotine awaiting her at home.