Pleasure

Generator sentence:: There have been days when I wished to be separated from my body, but today wasn’t one of those days.

I can't breathe. I feel so hot. My shoulders are in pain. My back is hurting. I am not sure how much more I can take. Just one more minute. And one more. And one more. Oh gosh, such pleasure.

I kept laying bricks in a frantic tempo. The sky is the limit. One more row. And one more. And one more. Breath. Heat. Pain. Breath. Heat. Pain. Such pleasure.

"Ok, that's it for today. The mortar needs to dry before we add further layers. Come for a debriefing."

I walked to a grey container. The door opened, and a blow of cold air created condensation on my skin. This should feel pleasant, but I did not feel anything.

"Careful, do not move. Do not touch your helmet; it will be removed automatically."

I felt the last touch of pleasure as the robotic arm slowly removed the electrode from my brain. There have been days when I wished to be separated from my body, but today wasn't one of those days. Neither will be tomorrow.