Consumed by Consumerism

You wake up sweaty and uncomfortable from a bad dream. No, a nightmare. It's dark outside and the cool breeze feels nice. No, the sunlight is creeping up through the clouds as it does at four o'clock each morning this time of year in Idaho. That's when you see it. No, them. All of them, with their red, beady eyes watching you in the dark--watching you sleep. You decide enough is enough. You get up and make your escape out of the bedroom. As you enter the hallway you can just make out more of them; more of it. Nothing…

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