Almost

She sits, and waits, slow she reads the files, her hands running over the papers like a mantis over its prey.

Lord why? Really why? It was five this evening, the cool breeze blew over us and she had left, left for the weekend. We were free, we even celebrated, and maybe I even did the jiggy.

But then she came back without a warning. Came back to torment us, came back to make our already miserable lives hell.
Now she sits and waits…

Waits for us to slave some more, waits for us to lose our already looney minds.

This torture, this wait… some one fucking shoot me