monalisa64
She sat in the library, with a pile of books before her on the table. Looking around, she noticed that everyone else was engrossed in their media. A newspaper over there, a magazine there. A forlorn looking woman, with, Alyssa would bet her lunch money, a pile of self help books on the table in front of her. Alyssa knew she had to get working on the article for the paper, knew she had to get it in by deadline today, her job was on the line, and the editor had had just about enough of her whining lately. Who could think these days, though, with that looming over her head? with the threat of losing her house, her marriage, her life. Why did she do this? take five minutes of pleasure that would ruin her very existence?