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The girl opens one of her eyes and brushes her reddish
hair off of her sweaty forehead. The sun is blasting in
heat while the her nearby clock-radio is blarring the
first track of a politically active rock band's cd. She
groans loudly and shoves the covers off of her as she sits
up to switch the clock off. She lays back down with
exhaustion although the rock music is getting louder and
definately irritating her. Her body doesn't want to move.
Finally, she picks herself up and hits the snooze button,
but only the snooze button because she knows she should
really get up for something that she can't actually place
at the moment. Then, she walks back to the couch and lets
herself free fall right onto it, snuggling deep into the
fuzzy purple covers that remind alot of people of rabbit
fur. She sighes and tries to hold her eyes open, trying to
convince herself that she should lay here and think about
why it is that she can't go back to sleep but only suceeds
in making herself laugh hysterically.
Finally as she starts drifting off laying against her
matching pillows, she remembers...the big parade is today.
A fly wakes her up. It's rubbing it's legs together and
looking rather hungry when she clumsily grabs at her own
nose in an attempt to shoo it away. It flies off and the
girl opens her eyes again only to think of the friend that
she has to call. Why? Because the big parade is today and
they are going! Then, something tugs on the inside of her
mind. She has already called but received no reply. Why?
She couldn't remember...her friend was in trouble maybe?
Ah yes, she had gotten in trouble for something at school
and had to stay over the weekend. That seemed kinda odd to
her though. It was something about a rather rude message
left for her on the answering machine on her telephone.
The light was beeping, there must be a new message. There
was a wave of anger through her body. Her friend had
accussed her of doing these terrible things and so she
wasn't going to go to the big parade. The girl scowled and
felt a wave of depression go through her body. She closed
her eyes again to try and remember just what was said to
her, but it wouldn't come back because it was obscured by
a wave of sleepiness.
Her friend's feelings were hurt. She was gonna hang out
with her worst enemy. The girl twisted and turned in her
sleep and then suddenly her eyes opened again. It wasn't
true. She had called her friend a million times and she
hadn't called back. She groaned when she realized that she
had to go take a shower soon. That or tie her hair up. THe
water would be icely cold and she didn't like that idea.
Especially not to go to a parade alone. She reached up and
shut up the alarm clock again. This time she shut off the
on/off switch so it wouldn't be bothering her again
anytime soon. The girl made a desicion right at that
moment. So much for the big parade and her best friend and
a crappy shower. She would chose to believe her dreams and
settle in for more. At the last moment, the fly zoomed in
at her face, in an attempt to keep her awake.
Unfortunately, it was to no avail as she turned her face
into the pillow and in an instant was beyond the touch of
reality. She was asleep.

"God grant me distraction."

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