Old Spaghetti House
The pampering comfort from my bed seemed to tolerate my morning laziness. I did not hear the beep of my alarm clock today. It gave me the license to extend for a couple of hours hugging my soft pillow while allowing my subconscious mind to create vivid scenes that have a remote likelihood of happening in real life. No tardiness offense will be imposed upon me for giving in to my yearning for a longer undisturbed slumber. No questions will be asked. Starting today, I am officially unemployed.
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