Changing patterns

It was going onto the third day of gloomy skies and wet soil; the day started off like any usual day would, hitting snooze at least five times and eating a single cracker for breakfast. The next two hours escalates into a rushed maze run towards another boring day arched over a computer screen. I try to make the hours that tick by feel fun by creating tunes as I hit my keyboard. Karen, just a cubical away crunches on her carrots and hummus whilst scanning for potential threats that may damage her privileged life.

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