Servant Master

Awake again, long before need be, she begins her labors at the beckoning of the master. The sleep she desired will not be; almost, so close, but deprived from its life renewing inactivity she will work diligently to the bidding he asks.

She hears the creaks of the old office chair in front of the desk where she rests and sighs silently. The master begins to tap her keys and she faithfully displays the words of his mind on her screen.

Awake again, long before need be, he makes his way to the beckoning of the master. The sleep he desired will not be. Her silent demands of him he cannot refuse. The chair creaks as he sits before the master and begins her bidding.

Digress Into the Mire

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