During a very boring hour of revision, my mind wandered off to a world where I didn't have to write long boring essays. These essays turned into the shimmering, golden sand of a distant, deserted beach, where the turquoise sea glistened in the bright sun. I lay there, with a high pile of books on one side and a huge chocolate ice cream in my hand. I ate my ice cream and ran into the ocean, floating in a rubber ring. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and i was rudely interrupted from my sunbathing and realised how much work I had to get on with.
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