This morning I woke up and found that if I flapped my arms I could fly. Faster and faster I soared above the clouds. Over the lush green fields and brown mountains I flew with joy. The strong smell of frying sausages filled my nostrils and made me hungry. So I flew back home got dressed and went down to breakfast. The lovely spread in front of me made my mouth water and I went for the sausages like a starved lion. Just as I was about to take my first bite out of it. My blasted alarm clock woke me up. I got dressed in a hurry for work... Tripped... sprained my ankle... missed breakfast... got soaked in the rain... reached work late... and as I climb up to the fourth floor I realize I've forgotten my lunch back home and left the bathroom faucet running.
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Tuesday mornings don’t start much worse than this….
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