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Emma Hines Fiction

Emma In A Rush

Where I Left Myself

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Emma Hines
Feb 11, 2026
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My alarm went off the second time before I opened my eyes and fumbled for the off button.

I had set it too late again.

I went to bed with the best of intentions: wake early, stretch, and breathe for five quiet minutes before the day started. But every morning the same thing happened: my alarm sounded, and I hit snooze for fifteen minutes.

Half sleeping, numbers filled my head before anything else: minutes until the stock market opened, traffic estimates, school drop-off windows, and the stats for my first meeting at nine.

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