Calm dressed well today.
She always did in her outings, anyway.
NEPA had cut the rhythm of a fine night’s sleep for me.
I looked at the time.
It was some minutes to Four.
I’d have loved to have a ” No disturbance till Five “ hung up on the doorpost of my Sleep Courtyard.
My body knew it was not well rested.
I thought about the serious brain racking work ahead of me today.
Hmm.
This kind of “not well rested body” was going to take a bashing from the hard toll of the day, awaiting my input on a job that was supposed to have long since been submitted.
Pressure parked one of those Prestige Cars by the side of the house, awaiting me to give me a ride.
Pressure is a Chauffeur, assigned to handle my movements, in life.
Hmm.
I moved my mind out of the desire to balance the body properly, in sleeping.
“No wahala.” I shrugged reluctantly, not quite happy about a number of things Sleep disturbances brought.
Then I knocked on the door of Calm, at a Pressure Point on the dorsum of my Foot, to inform her that I’d be needing some help.
I wanted her to join me in the ride in the Car, parked by the Pressures of life.
I trust the contributions Calm Chemicals, make towards keeping me going.
Well, she stepped out casually, in a Tuxedo Dress, like Meghan Markle, and hung a Sunshade over her Hair, to give me a helping hand.
Yea.
My P. A. (personal assistant) looked cooool.
Petralyn Ehiz-Phil
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