I can feel it in the air, this sense about me, a light whisper on the wind, gentle touch on my being. I can hear it speaking to me in hushed tones, calling my name in a light echo...Earl Earl Earl. I feel the presence of something, it's here, alive tugging at me - I rise from my siesta to find, nothing - nothing but that freaking flickering blue screen of my computer, the hard feel of my desk upon which my head so soundly rested and the irritating continuous buzz from an aged air conditioning unit. Yep, I felt it in the air alright - it was work and it was saying time to get back to the grind. Sigh!
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