A frown of unhappiness courses across my face drawing heavy lines of separation from a fevered pace. Pounding sounding incessantly, grounding me to the phone as stupidity binds body and soul to a seat, and I wined "Take me, take me, let me leave, give me some reprieve. A day and a day is all I need. Let me rest, Please." I plead.
A mocking fool stood on a stool behind me and to the right, and oh what a sight would I see, to see a fool such as he, tumble to the floor laying there sore in pride and in pain. It would entertain the mischievous spirit that rattles its cage threateningly as it battles against boredom and through frustration to be free once again.
