Every time she began to pat herself on the back, Blair would manage to bungle something.

The wall between reality and dream became thinner and thinner each morning.

"Let negativity be thy guide," he thought, sitting across from his boss who was once again nitpicking Nate's work.

Felix hated cats.

That was the first morning he felt his age.

They moved to the country hoping to escape the confines of city life, but soon found they were just the vanguard of a whole bunch of other like-minded folks.

"The May Day celebrations just aren't as exciting as they used to be," thought the retired Russian general with a sigh as he watched the lackluster parade.