a story for bored people at work or people who are just bored in general

Once there was a little girl.  The little girl lived inside an older girl.  The little girl enjoyed adventure but the older girl had an office job, so the little girl didn’t see much adventure.  The little girl would often look outside the office window and dream about a yacht race or a sky-diving adventure.  The older girl would just sit and do typing and filing.

Breakfast @ 10

So I’ve been slaving away submissively alongside many, many others, to the dullness of the nine-to-five humdrum for the last decade or so, fantasising about the things we office rats consider unspeakable and unmentionable. Late mornings; the absence of an alarm tone; breakfast in bed; the 11am show at the cinema; the hot chocolate, good novel, warm duvet, rain, hail and thunderstorms scenario; grocery shopping at 4pm... – true happiness, the stuff that dreams are made of, thoughts too lofty to attain, exalted far above our office-indoctrinated mindsets. The extent of our joy is limited to the victory of a