I work from my drug-induced sleep, drooling on my desk as I tried to shake off the effects. Straightening my hair with my fingers, I looked around my desk to see if anyone had seen my sleeping. Looked like I was safe.
"Guh, I hate it when this happens. Where is everyone?"
I begun wondering if I had been left alone in the office for the night. Surely someone would have tried to wake me.
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