She had a dream that she wasn’t dreaming any more. And just like that it was over.
Hummmm, went the refrigerator. Indifferent, as always. One day, she would be free of all of this.
Or would she?
Never mind, there were things to do. And even if there weren’t, surely there were things to think up to keep her busy.
No, she would never be cheerful enough to be a writer for real.
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