Don't Tell Me No

You dare say "no" to me? Pathetic. Nobody gives me orders. I marched straight off that squishy mattress and dropped down onto the cold, solid nightstand. A giant ceramic mug dared to block my route. I slammed both hands against its glossy side to shove it out of my way, but it barely budged—just gave a dull scrape against the wood. Infuriating! I kicked its base until it slid two inches back. The path is cleared now, and I stand right where I want.