Perspective Is Reality...Perspective is reality, she thought as she lay sprawled amid the alarming messiness accumulating atop her very unmade bed, unfinished Chemistry homework sandwiched, forgotten, beneath her. Sitting up and stretching mightily, she pondered her latest activities. The numbers of the digital clock perched precariously on the edge of her cluttered dresser now read 2:48 AM. Oh good, she thought as she attempted to fix her tangled hair, it's only 1:36. (For no apparent reason, the clock had suddenly jumped ahead one day last summer; she had yet to figure out how to fix it.) Hair once more piled messily on top of her head, she once again wondered idly at the mystery of how the clock had come to be an hour and twelve minutes ahead of reality.Perspective Is Reality... by lovelyloon
For the past several hours, she had been reading a book. But not just any book; not only was this book not homework of any kind, it was also a book she had already read. Now, from any other sensible person's point of view, her night had
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