OverTheRainbowDash

"Eldritch, sir, wake up. We have orders to fill." I heard the words but could not conjure a response from within the fog of sleepiness that hung over my being like a storm cloud. Again, the message was repeated. "Sir, wake up. We have a load of diamonds that needs to be cut by tomorrow. We could both lose our jobs unless you get yourself together and get to work." I stretched my arms toward the sky and surveyed the man. My assistant stood firmly with crossed arms and a stern look on his face, his black locks falling from his forehead, spilling over his green eyes. He looked about as tired as I felt. Behind him, stood the four walls of the