Molly slipped the key back into place beside the door, and turned it. She didn’t intend to open it, but it felt insecure leaving it vertical. Satisfied that she had handled everything well enough for the time being, she went back to the kitchen and grabbed her plastic container of gourmet frozen foods from the microwave. With one hand gripping her food, and the other holding a bottled water, Molly returned to the living room.
Dane Cook’s face came straight for the screen, and she chuckled along with the audience, not because she got the joke, she had missed too much of it to get it, but because it felt good to participate. Molly slowly cut her food, chewing each bite 26 times before swallowing. Her bites were intermittent with little giggles and chuckles.
The food was hot at first, and she had to blow on it to help it cool. She tried not to swallow her water, as that would make the stuff in her stomach harder to digest. If she hadn’t had a stressful job, she wouldn’t have had to take time to laugh, or eat food the consistency of baby mash.
A small voice in the back of her head told her that she probably also wouldn’t have dumped Mr. Perfect. Still, her work was everything to her. She loved it, not everyone was given the opportunity to provide for people the way she did. Molly knew that her work was worth the suffering she was changing the world.
A commercial for the new Mac came on screen, and she watched it, feeling her eyes beginning to close drowsily. She shook her head trying to stay awake. She at least needed to slip up to her bed. Her eyes drooped again, and she let them rest for a moment, curling on her side with a pillow from the couch.
Dane Cook’s face came straight for the screen, and she chuckled along with the audience, not because she got the joke, she had missed too much of it to get it, but because it felt good to participate. Molly slowly cut her food, chewing each bite 26 times before swallowing. Her bites were intermittent with little giggles and chuckles.
The food was hot at first, and she had to blow on it to help it cool. She tried not to swallow her water, as that would make the stuff in her stomach harder to digest. If she hadn’t had a stressful job, she wouldn’t have had to take time to laugh, or eat food the consistency of baby mash.
A small voice in the back of her head told her that she probably also wouldn’t have dumped Mr. Perfect. Still, her work was everything to her. She loved it, not everyone was given the opportunity to provide for people the way she did. Molly knew that her work was worth the suffering she was changing the world.
A commercial for the new Mac came on screen, and she watched it, feeling her eyes beginning to close drowsily. She shook her head trying to stay awake. She at least needed to slip up to her bed. Her eyes drooped again, and she let them rest for a moment, curling on her side with a pillow from the couch.
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