Look, it’s just 30 minutes till the end of my shift. What’s the worst
that could happen?

 I deserve a little break—some harmless doodling,
maybe a quick nap. But no, of course, the universe won’t let me have
that. 

My scribbles start shifting, my idle thoughts turn into something real, and suddenly, my problems aren’t just in my head anymore. Fantastic. But hey, nothing can go wrong, right? Right.