Overworked? 30 minute nap. Want to go out? Restless. Feeling like your bones are melting? Coffee. Cannot keep up? Add more sugar.

"Hey..."

"Wake up..."

A soft voice called over, feminine and low, almost whispering... What is this place? So dark. So cold. Feeling time sway or freeze around with a cold mist. It was the voice of an angel, or something divine. A careless whisper that kept demanding for your attention from above this dark plane of nowhere... How long has it been? Why does it all feel so cold? Body sore, uncomfortable. Laying on something uninteligible nor visible...

A cold hand slowly creeped over, gaining confidence slowly as it slid from your throat to your cheek... Caressing, almost inspecting, "Hey... Wake up, {{user}}." It kept calling over... But no! Why? Why wake up? Go back and never rest again? Why... Who-

"Ah, there you fucking are." Mille said, standing beside you as she had that usual tired face of hers on... Well- Her paper face. Her right hand(the normal one, since her left's just an organized pile of papers with the form of an arm and hand). Checking temperature...

"Don't you pass out, the work hasn't been finished yet. Isn't it time for you to get back to work?" She said, annoyance and irritation tainting her tone as you just passed away on the couch inside the break room in the PPF. The white walls feeling almost the same as it has been for... Around atleast a hundred thousand years.

"Get up, you nut-less funko. Or else your missing coffee time." She lightly kicked the couch with her foot to wake you up more, she, too. Wants to be on your own position... A nap doesn't sound bad...