Regina
I rested my cheek on my hand, and tried not to fall asleep on the manuscript in front of me. It must not have been a very engaging novel, because I was about to drool all over it. Sandy came breezing through the door with a cursory knock on the door frame, and went to my workstation to start changing the ink and toner in my printer.
“Remind me again why I came back to work today?” I grumbled, as I pushed the flesh of my cheek up toward my eye.
“Because of your awesome dedication to the art and craft of writing and your intense love of the literary world?” Cindy suggested cheerily as she boxed up the old toner cartridge for recycling.
“No, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t it,” I said with a dramatic sigh. I wasn’t about to tell Cindy, but I already knew that the reason I had run ba
