The second coming…

With every race there is a beginning and an end, with every journey there is a start and finish and with every drinking binge there is always a high and a hangover. These are wise words from such an intoxicated mind.

 Staring out the window, her eyes felt tired and she was sure she was going to fall asleep at her desk. She had been at work for over 6 hours completing next to nothing and as no one was in her office and she supposed, to be honest, she didn’t want to do any work so didn’t bother asking if anyone else needed any help. She had been daydreaming about the 7th Harry Potter book and wondering how early she could dare creep out of the office without using the usual excuse of a dentist appointment. So she continued to sit and stare quite blankly at her computer screen with her game of solitaire and no sooner had she blinked her eyes she felt herself fall into that work type coma where you are still conscious but just not quite awake. She thought back 2 years ago when her world was so very different. The only desk she knew was that in her room on the third floor of Priory halls in Coventry, with its chip and ring marks from previous occupants. She saw her sliding wardrobe doors that fell off constantly and her view onto the ring road. She could hear the sound of the busses from the bus station and could feel herself lying on her bed with a cigarette in one hand and her eyes onto the computer screen watching an episode of illegally downloaded South Park. She could hear the background noise of her friends sitting around her room, preoccupied with conversation about what to wear to Icon that night. ‘Oh those were the days alright’ she though. ‘Those were the days’