Slumber Jane ....

People relax, with a glass of wine, a late night tele or a movie, a romantic spy thriller, a chat with friends or now,in the 21st century,surfing on the net. 
But she, closed her eyes and slept with a teddy in her arms and wrapped around in a quilt. Her day wasn't a mundane, bland one but a spicy cohort of mismatched events, enough to cause chaos that would justifiably be called a riot. 
She liked being busy; "what am I supposed to do,sit idle?", she would ask, if her mother would chide her work pattern alleging her a workaholic.
The bed was the closest thing to a friend, next being her cell phone, at night, when clock struck 9. Ceremoniously her grey matter called a day, as soon as they saw the time,and wouldn't allow her black eyes to open anymore.Soon her resolve compromised,a lost argument with the brain to stay awake, as she would land swiftly in the heavenly abode of her bed.

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