Beep! Beep! Beep!
George sat up. He turned off the alarm. He put on his slippers. He walked into the kitchen.
Crack! Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle ssssssssss. George cooked himself an egg.
He poured some orange juice. He ate his breakfast in silence.
“Meow!” George said goodbye to his cat. He opened the door. He walked outside of his apartment. It was a penthouse apartment.
Jingle jingle slam! George closed the door. He locked the door. He went into the elevator. He rode it to the ground floor.
He got a cab.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked.
“Fourth and twenty-ninth,” George replied.
George arrived at his destination. He paid the man six dollars and twenty-nine cents exactly. He got out of the cab.
Beep beep! Woosh! Bum Bum. George heard the sounds of New York City.
He walked into his office building. He rode the elevator to the very top floor. He greeted his secretary. He walked into his office. He sat down. He looked out of his floor to ceiling windows.
He saw the bright energy of New York City and sighed at the life he could have had, and even though he had reached the top, he couldn’t help but want to start a new life, to start from the bottom again, to live the process again, to think new thoughts, to dream new dreams, to change lives for the better, to help in the world, instead of accounting.
Accounting never changed lives for the better.
George got up. He threw everything off of his table. He turned his table over. He ripped off his tie. He started a new life.