My eyes went pale yellow; it seemed like I had jaundice. But that wasn't the case; it was because of my overtime job. My body was exhausted, and all I wanted now was to go and sleep for hours, perhaps even days if I wished. I don't want to wake up again. It's Friday, so I have plenty of time to sleep. I don't need to care about Monday; two days are still on the way. I want to sleep, drink beer - that's all I will do for the next two days.

The winds were cold enough; it was winter. It felt like they wanted to tease me. I could feel them kissing my face, making my cheeks turn pinkish; my lips went dry. The snow was falling over my long golden hair. I have an overactive imagination, and I don't know the reason behind it, but when I get bored, I think of nonsense. Oh God!

My name is Amy. I will be thirty-two next week on December 19. I work at a BPO in California, which pays me a good enough salary, yet I am not satisfied with it. You know, I have issues with my colleagues, boss, landlord. Sometimes, I want to escape this fake world that...