“This is all too good to be true,” I think as I sit on my oversized beach towel. The cool mist of the ocean hits my face as a warm breeze rolls through which causes the leaves of the palm trees to sway. My feet are buried in the soft white sand while grains continue to seep between my toes tickling them. I can hear sounds of waves lapping on the shore forming a foam as it twirls onto the wet sand. I take in a deep breathe of fresh air and can smell the sweet aroma of orchids. I seize the moment to gaze at the brilliantly lit sky with infatuation. It is filled with translucent clouds of pastel pink, purple and peach illuminating from the setting of the sun. I close my eyes for a brief second to capture the beauty painted before me as if I were taking a photograph for my scrapbook.
I twitch hard and snap back to the reality of my location, an unfortunate existence that is far fetched from my daydream. I felt as if I had been violently awakened, yet entrapped in a never ending nightmare; I subconsciously wait for the appearance of Freddy Krueger. I am confined within the grey walls of a cubicle where even a prisoner in isolation would prefer his surroundings. I am secluded in this desolate inferno in anticipation for this day that has barely begun, to already end. The sun starts to break through the darkness and peep through the dust settled desktops. Despite the overwhelming frustration I feel, I am still grateful to have a job that can provide an income to assist me in living a life of comfort.
I sit in my red distorted lumpy chair, staring blankly at a rickety putrid yellow stained monitor, tapping my pen on the desk, waiting for the obsolete machine to load. I swiftly run my fingers across the black keyboard where the lettering on the keys has disappeared. I continue to log into the system when I feel a shiver running down my spine. A sensation of pins and needles travel through my body caused a blast of Arctic winds blowing through the...