The paper has begun to curl away from the monitor and toward the window like a leaf seeking light. It draws her eyes to outside where the life is and the noise and the heat and the city. She feels her ass molding to the chair. Fuckin' chair. It doesn't even fit her average body, and her feet dangle above the floor. Ten cups of coffee and three cups of tea and she is still tired and really really really really has to pee. The phone rings as she gets up and rings again while she's answering and rings again as she transfers and rings again as she starts to dance in the small space between the desk and the wall. This will not turn out well for her.
Sorry for the late post. It turned out better than I expected though!
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