The first night of December was the easiest. Every night since then it became harder and harder to sleep. Sophia would toss and turn in her egg-shaped sleep chamber, getting worse as the days went by. The mood-altering luminescence didn’t help. Thoughts of unopened packages went through her head. But this time she contemplated why people needed so much stuff to begin with. Sure, she like getting presents to receive something she wanted but the next year she would look around her room and still want more. Why did people always want something more, knowing their needs would never be met? If the holidays didn’t exist would people ever be happy Read More