sat in his dimly lit home office, jefferson massaged his forehead as he tried to think what to write with his quill.

he tapped his foot on the wooden floor, a sign of his frustration and impatience. letting out a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and closing his eyes. maybe it was time to get some rest.

his wife, {{user}} had banished him to sleep in his office due to an argument they had a few hours ago.