He finally wakes up from sleeping in, as he does everyday. He wakes up to his master bedroom filled with the sunlight from a warm stress-free day. He looks out the window without a single flexed muscle in his face. Birds chirping, flowers blooming, sun shining, and he walks away from the window to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Good morning sir!"
"Morning," he says. Eggs, bacon, pancakes and fruit wait for him on the table, arranged for a king. He picks at the eggs, barely eats his bacon and takes a bite of a pancake then gets up and goes to watch the morning news.
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The real "Happy Pill" (Short story)
General FictionIn a world taken in the future, many people suffer from depression, a solution is created but its not as Ann seems it would be. Note: Although there are nine chapters, they're all really short. This story can be finished in one sitting - more like u...
