What changes would you make to bring about a perfect life?

The alarm clock wakes me up with a soft concerto of classical music as my memories flood back to me in that split second when one opens one's eyes for the first time that morning. I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom - splashing cold water on my face and shaking my head. I love Monday mornings. I make my way sloth-like to the window and look down on the world below. The moist blanket of heat eminating from the radiator protects me from the snow outisde. Into the kitchen of my apartment. I open the cupboard door.

"Mmmm... muesli", I say out loud to myself. There's no one there

Following my delicious bowl of cereal, I shower. A perfect shower - the perfect temperature. There's no chill when the water stops, as I stand there, water dripping. The towel is so big and comfy I could curl up to sleep in it. And I could if I wanted to. I don't bother looking at my watch. Whatever time I make it to work is just on time and whenever I finish my work, it's time to go home. Ah yes - my job! What do I do? I'm not quite sure. Whatever it is, I'm head of my division with a promotion always looming and my job involves doing tasks which are neither too difficult or too easy - but just right, so as to boost my confidence and fool me into thinking a job well done but not offering any resistance to be solved. I return home at the end of a day. My dinner is delicious.

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The following day I'm awoken to the buzz of the air-conditioning. I look out the window to see the sun shining. The same children who yesterday were in anoraks and mittens now play football in shorts, football jerseys tied around their waists. I make my way to the breakfast cupboard and remove the one solitary box.

"What's it today lads?". Again, to myself.

I open the box of Honey Nut Loops and pour them into a bowl. Every bite is delicious. The phone rings. Work tells me to come in late if I want. Reward for a job well done yesterday. I don't even know what I did but I can't complain. The guy on the phone - I don't know who he is. Of all my years at the company, I've never heard that voice in my life. He must be one of Them. Get myself a cup of coffee on the way in maybe. I shower and dress, not sparing a look in the mirror to see my always perfect face. After a short period of writing in diary on ever blank pages, I vacate the apartment. With an ice-cream cone in hand, I make my way inside to my comfortable office, sit down in my big leather chair and relax, wondering what's in store for me today. The day passes uneventfully. My dinner is delicious.

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I awake in the middle of the night from the noise of the relentless storm outside. I look around, cold and groggy. I could swear to see shadows flashing around in the other area of my apartment. It's Them. I drift back into blissful sleep and remember nothing of it the next morning

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The noise of the wind from outside wakes me suddenly, making me jerk my head quickly in the direction of the window. I arise and make my way towards my portal to the outside world. Quivering piles of leaves stand by the pavement, waiting to be kicked by vigorous youths. I laboriously drag my legs to the breakfast cupboard, curious to see what They've left me for my breakfast. Yum! Frosties! My favourite! I smile at the big tiger on the box. If only I had some way of thanking Them without being seen. I eat two bowls. As I shut the door behind me, while leaving the appartment, the wind catches it and slams it with such force that I expect the hinges to be broken. I don't look back, but I know the door will be fixed by the time I return home tonight.

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For 24 years now, I've been living like this. I excel at work. My social life is great. Every day I get up and it's different. The weather changes, my breakfast changes, my job changes. It makes me truly happy not to be living in the monotony once experienced : day in - day out repetativeness, sucking up to a higher figure - a monetary world. It's much better now. As I sleep, my world is changed around just that little bit to make it more interesting. There's no struggle for power, no classes of people. Everyone lives like this. They change all our lives around - everything's different except for a few small factors. I'm always successful - on top of other people and always enjoying everything I do. It's all so perfect, but not to the stage where perfection becomes irritating - how wonderful! I can't help but wonder occasionally how They get on with life. Sometimes I feel like leaving out biscuits and milk for
them as a young child might do for Santa Claus - but I wonder
would I offend Them? Who knows? They're a mystery to me
and the curiousity isn't that overwhelming.

I'll have forgotten soon anyway.

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