Ugh, it's what gets me through my job, little fantasies. I get tired because my job is all filing and no thinking, and that means that I let my mind drift.
I let my mind drift to a comfortable bed and your arms opening and mine too, where we're both crumpled and curled into each other with supine spines. Silent or talking slow and soporific, this is where I am most weekdays 9-5.
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