Unending Annoyance

Eeeeeeeeeer! Eeeeeeeeeer! Eeeeeeeeeer! Unconscious hands slap at the hard plastic box with little red numbers that control lives. Silence. Fleeting darkness. Apprehensive awareness that blissful respite will soon end. Warmth and softness entomb. Lollipop visions and fluffy apparitions take over. Peace consumes.

Eeeeeeeeeer! Eeeeeeeeeer! Eeeeeeeeeer!

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