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Here- I got another story for you then: (100% off my head from another story i wrote years ago)

It can be interpenetrated as a descent into a hell, as dementia, or as a fear of change. It is like a dream; trapped forever in a figment of one's own imagination. I wrote this story when I was trapped in such a place within my own mind. The imagination is capable of a great many things; it can create it's own world; with thousands of realities. This is a place of insanity and desolation; let yourself descend into the world and feel it's terrors.... for this is a horrible reality not far into the evil woods beyond the sanctuary.

I was peacefully sleeping in my bed at 6 AM, pondering the deep philosophical questions that lurk within the mind of every brilliant teenage girl. Just as i was about to discover the meaning of sporks in a prophetic dream, i was brutally awakened by the beast that was my alarm clock. In a fitful rage, i struck it with all my might! It uttered it's last, pitiful, cry, ""DING- IT'S SIX O'CLOCK AM!"". I fell asleep in triumph.
An hour later. . . my in home client entered my deep, dark lair, wielding a spork. . . She was comming to kill me, to slay me with the lethal weapon that was the Almighty Spork of DOOM! I was sure I would not live a moment longer. . . .
Then I really did wake up, and Mary really did come in, only to inform me that her work was two hours late and I didn't have to get up quite yet. I nearly jumped for joy! I wouldn't have to be awake so early! Then I silently wished to go to home, it might be fun to hang out with the jerk-wad's that i happen to share %99.9 genealogical similarities with; then I became rather worried of my sanity level. What was I thinking?! Of course I didn't want to go home yet!
So, I showered and got dressed. Mary finally headed off to work, leaving me to ski back home in my car to forage for food and fend for myself. I ate a bowel of Frosted Flakes, of which I practically live off of. I went into a deep, dark corner of the kitchen to my computer, George. George was very happy to see me. He told me that a program had performed an illegal operation, and would shut down, and I gleefully clicked OK! I opened my heavenly WinAmp, sighing as I glanced through the hundreds of MP3's i had accumulated over the years. Today was a good day.

(I work as a PCA- Public Care Assistant. I enter homes and help take care of people with disabilities).