Once upon a time, in a square room, there sat a woman in a green sweatsuit who didn't want to go to work. She dreamed of winning the national lottery, even though she never bought tickets, so that she could laugh evily, like this, BWAA-HA-HA-HA, at those who had to wake before the crows. How wonderous, she thought, would it be to simply claim each hour of the day as her own. Her mouth curved into a barely visible smile as she took this fantasy one step further. It tickled her tonsils, O_o, which left her confused as hell as to why her tonsils reacted to not being governed by a start and end time of an eight hour shift! Romeo, Romeo, Where for art thou, Romeo! Wait, wrong story! Silence is golden in a world so loud, she reflected, but oh, what a glorious life it would be to never hear the sound of her cellphone alarm again. Her eyes twinkled under her long fluttering lashes but when her right one began to tear up, she realized that it wasn't because of the depth of her fantasy but instead because one had fallen into her eye. As her finger found its way onto her eyeball, she moaned at the fact that, even her eyelashes were falling in protest at being apart at this dark hour and that all that she could take from this reflective moment was a red eye and the fact that she had to head off to work. DRAT!!!!
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