Elsa had been sleeping soundly, snoring way on the couch, until her brat little brother walked in singing to his iPod.
"No one has iPods, Sam," she sat up surprised at what she saw. Everything looked fine.
"What are you on, Elisabeth?" asked Sam as he left the bright, beautiful room.
"Don't call me that, Sam! It's Elsa!!" she looked around…
She didn't understand. She had a feeling life was supposed to be in total damnation right now. But she didn't know why. She was surprised to see life as boring and obvious as it has always been. But something was changed. Elsa stood up, vaguely remembering stories about a Mary or Margot or Martha something. Someone who was going to save the earth, but she walked the room a bit, realizing she hadn't remembered falling asleep. She hadn't remembered being in the living room at all prior to her mid-day nap. She was confused, and didn't like it. Elsa suddenly felt sick and felt vomit rising in her throat. She reached for the bin, and luckily threw up into it, without dirtying the carpet…
Slow beginning…and I promise it will get Doctor Whoey!!
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