It was one of those freak warm mornings in the middle of winter. She lay in her bed awake before the alarm sounded. Head blurred in fuzzy, half-awake thought, when a large fly started flitting and buzzing about. It was a very large fly with a loud buzz. She wondered if it hadn't been that noise that first waked her from her precious beloved slumber world. the cat was in the room. Dozing at the bottom of the bed. How could a cat sleep through the noise of a fly buzzing? and she, the human, the one at a certain remove from basic responses, was awake. The fly launched itself straight at her face bouncing off her forehead only to whirl up and land on the light shade. She kicked the cat through the duvet to wake it but it just turned round and lay back down to sleep. She got up. It was nearly time to get ready for work anyway. She was in a mood and the thought of phoning in sick seductively sneaked into her mind. She was in a right bad mood. That fucking fly. A wee daft thing like that too, a noisy buzzing bastard of an insect. The cock-sucking fucking shit-licking cunt of an insignificant little insect. Trivial too. There would be no good cheer in work today. She'd show the whole fucking lot of them what an entirely miserable sour bitch of a cow she could be. Wow. She sprayed the insect with fly-killer, went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. In the mirror she was pleased to see herself looking just as sexy as ever. She was vain and rotten to the core. Decided definitely to go in to work.

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