How to Disappear Completely, a novel false start.

Moira awoke that chilly September morning as she did every day of her life.  First to the sound of a agonizing beeping from her digital alarm clock blasting its flashing red numbers in her face as she rolled over on her pillow to check the time.  This was proceeded by a moment of dozing off after hitting the snooze button at least twice, and if she was feeling lucky, maybe a third.  But, let's just say Moira rarely felt lucky.  After the repeated snooze presses she would eventually relent to the irritating noise, and sit up in bed, stretch out her arms, and yet out a long yawn.  Even if she felt no need to yawn, she would force it out, to get it out of the way, as if she couldn't let it interfere with the rest of her routine.  As she made her way to her small one bedroom apartment's kitchen she tried to gather her thoughts, think of things that needed to be done, anything to distract her from free roaming thought.  It was in this walk that she would plan out her simplistic day.  Those thoughts were filled with debate on what to wear to work, what to eat for breakfast, what book to read next - as she was always reading at least three novels at once.  In this planning period she would also map out her work day, and hope to god Sally Dennis would not be there, she would hope this because with the exception of Ms. Dennis no one else would ask her anything other than work related questions.  Moira hated interrogations about her day, her plans, her past, everything, if she had to talk about anything, she could of course lie her way through, but in her ideal world she would have to make a peep.  After her pondering walk to her kitchen she put a single slice of bread in her double-slotted toaster, and mix herself a mug of instant coffee and sit at her little table and ate the bread slowly, and deliberately.
Moira it can be said preferred her isolation.  She had no friends.