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After the past couple of days, I’m too tired to fully comprehend the meaning of “symbiotic.”
Can I have a symbiotic relationship with my bed?
Please?
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Sunday, December 24th, 2:00pm
Damien (and Flora)
Damien sits at the window with his head in his hands. Flora takes the seat beside him.
Flora: Hey! How’s it goin’?
Damien: I can’t believe I did it.
Flora: Did what?
Damien: You know I’ve been working shifts, right?
Flora: Yeah.
Damien: I worked ’til six this morning, went home and passed out, and I had this dream. I dreamt I hadn’t got any of my Christmas shopping done. So I jumped out of bed, and I literally ran to the mall.
Flora: And then you realized it was a dream?
Damien nods, his head still in his hands.
Flora: You got time off at Christmas?
Damien: Yeah, I don’t go back ’til the 29th.
Flora: Sounds like you could use a break. Want to go for a coffee?
Damien: (looks up at her) You buyin’? I don’t get paid ’til next week.
Flora: Sure. But how were you going to do any shopping if you don’t have enough for coffee?
Damien: (shakes his head and chuckles) Thank God it was just a dream. Would’a been a nightmare if I’d actually tried to buy something.
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