Just as sleep was about to pull her into a state of limbo, in which dreams and reality consisted of the same substance, a loud bang snapped her back into the real world. Millie jolted upright, the office chair squeaking in protest at the sudden movement. Her eyes scanned the room for the culprit of the noise, finding no such answer as her heart began to calm and mind registered things logically once again.

She placed a hand against her forehead, shaking her head slightly at the way her body had been rebelling against her recently. The last thing she was going to do was complain though, it was because her fatigue was brought about by an activity which she could ever turn down. It was just with work and the busy schedule her life had suddenly become, it seemed as though she was running on empty all the time.

Millie smiled to herself, her eyes falling on the photo of her girlfriend Trixie which was strategically placed so it could distract her no matter what work she was doing. A feeling of warmth and happiness filled her body up to the brim and a contented sigh exited her mouth as she thought about the beautiful blond smiling back at her through the glass of the frame.

It was true when people say that love conquers all, Millie always found herself becoming stressed or aggravated by the biggest and sometimes the tiniest of things. But then she would just let her mind wander to Trixies smile, her laugh, that look in her eye when she was thinking something naughty, and everything else just fell away. It became less important and then the only objective in Millies mind would be how quickly she could get back to the love of her life and exactly what she would have waiting for her. One thing which she was safe in the knowledge of was that nothing could ever get boring with Trixie, she seemed to make something out of nothing. Even if it was just dramatising everything, Millie loved it; it brought a spice to life which she had been missing on her own.

Stretching her world weary limbs she glanced at her clock to see it was lunch time, the pile of paper work on her desk still glared back at her, mocking her with its ability to grow with time and never appear to diminish. Admitting defeat for yet another day Millie got up and grabbed her jacket. She loved her work and would never even consider changing professions, but she preferred it when a camera was in her hand and she was looking at life through a lens. Instead of a pen in her hand and thousands of words waiting to be read and begging for her signature, but no job was perfect.