"April. Coffee!"
Ah, the magic words.
Soft feet hit the warm floor with a quiet slap. A tiny involuntary sigh escaped her throat as pedicured toes flexed with a tiny cracking sound. April wiped a sweaty lock of hair from her brow and shuffled herself upright with a groan. Since landing the job as Anchorwoman for the network, Ms O'Neil had found herself enjoying a slightly less hazardous life than the one of a roving reporter, although she still liked to keep herself in peak physical condition. This particular morning, it really showed. Despite her foggy head and mild nausea, her body was the epitome of fitness, every muscle firmly toned if not a little aching.
The details of last nights nocturnal rendezvous however, like her dream, were vague and fading, like smoke hitting an open window, or a chalkboard in the rain.
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