I'm almost there. I can just about smell the lighter air of a long long summer holiday filled with nothing but the things I want to do.
The whirr of an electric drill melts into the high pitched whine of a child throwing a tantrum. There's been a lot of noise lately; it seems the herds of elephants grazing on the reaches of the lush savannah upstairs have been joined by the baboons, hordes of screaming chimpanzees, a basketball training session, and houseflies with megaphones.
Can you feel my creativity coming back into force? Me too. One more paper baby. One more between me and freedom. Oh sweet freedom.
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