Her bed was warm, and she felt oddly heavy as if her bed had some sort of magnetic pull on her. Pausing for a moment she abruptly jolted from her bed realizing she had awoken and her alarm clock had not gone off. She checked her phone which read 7:04 and blurted loudly “O SHIT!”. She knew that she was going to be late for work at Morgan Stanley, a finance firm downtown. Her first day after being promoted to Accounting consultant was not off to a good start, “my boss is going to think he made a mistake” she thought to herself. She rushed as she put on her business suit and makeup. Stacey grabbed her thermos from the Keurig in the kitchen and threw on her heels as she rushed out the