She tapped her pen impatiently on the paper before her. The pale light from the lamp on her desk flickered, and her eyes snapped over to it. She clicked her tongue angrily and banged her fist on the sturdy frame of the desk. Three-hundred words. That's all she needed. That was all she had to do. Normally, this would be fine. Just peachy. But to spend that many unnecessary words on the American government? It was completely absurd.
She sighed, rubbing her eyes with the palm of her hand. When she lifted her hands and opened her eyes, she stared into a world that was a lot more interesting. Just out the window, a sea of life existed, going about its business as usual. And she wasn't being dramatic, either. Fish were swimming by, water swirling and rushing past in the way it did.
An octopus, all slimy tentacles included, strut about the ocean floor with an air of confidence, yet hiding its initial fear of being out in the open. It's horizontal pupils were focused on what appeared to be an early lunch - a small crab skittering across the sand, facing away from a deadly predator. A moment's hesitation, and snap! The crab was nowhere to be seen, and the octopus' beak clicked with glee.
Meanwhile, around all this commotion, anemones swayed in the ocean's 'breeze,' seaweed littered patches of the ocean floor, and many schools of fish hurried about, perhaps alerted by the predator's strike. It was an environment of life, a sea of colours and a land of mystery.
She blinked, catching herself in a daze. Her cheek hurt. Had she been leaning on it? How long? She checked the clock. An hour had passed. Yikes! Well, something told her it was worth it. She smiled, letting her eyes linger on the submarine window for a moment longer. It was a beautiful world. Maybe next time she could write about her backyard instead of politics.
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and then Add to home screen.