The papers should be in the basket. The packet of sweets don't belong there. The bottle needed to be placed at a corner. The clothes longed to be away from the dust. The clutter, the clutter!!!
With a slight movement in the brain fluids,like a magic wand working its mysterious powers, the magical hands worked.
Papers back in basket. Sweets tucked in a bag. Bottle bottled at a corner. Clothes tucked in the wadrobe.
The brain worked hard.
The mind strived.
Imagination twirled and danced.
The Procrastintor worked its magic.
The heart smiled.
In her mind, things are where they should be. Perfect. Excellent. Simply Ideal.
So, in reality, its time for the Procrastinator to rest her eyes.
She was transported back, yet again.
The papers were not in the basket!
The sweets, the bottle! More clothes?! The clutter, the clutter!!!
Like Cinderella's fairy godmother, the spell couldn't last.
The Procrastintor's magic faded. The Procrastinator's hands decided it was time to get to work. Reluctantly.
Yet her bum remained stubborn. Stubborn fixture to the mattress she called home.
Home Sweet Home.
No choice. The heart smiled. Pleadingly.
The Procrastinator waved its magic hands once again.
Imagination flitted and flirted.
No clutter. No clutter?
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