Three In The Morning

It was three in the morning when she woke up. Her alarm clock rang and she turned it off. She shoved her face into her pillow letting out an annoyed groan. An urge to stretch filled her body and she lay on her back and stretched her arms and legs as far as she could and yawned. She hated this new job. It was too difficult to get up in the middle of the night. But somebody had to do it. Somebody had to clean the streets of the bodies before the citizens got up and noticed them.