Emotion: Sadness
Jasmine woke to the sound of someone shouting what sounded like Jonny's in the hole, save Jonny!' over and over again. Jasmine groaned this happened, every morning at 6.00am, Mrs Wilson was one of the old dears who lived in the care home downstairs and Jasmine from her attic room where the night staff lived, was woken by this cry. It was almost like having a cockrel, Jasmine groaned again, rubbed her head and crawled out from under the warm sheets. The heating was on full blast so she already felt hot and sweaty, the day stretched ahead like a long piece of twine that got tighter and tighter as the day forged on. Jasmine took the faster shower in recorded history and then dressed rapidly, she desperately wanted to see the day outside before she was sucked into work. Jasmine flew out the door nearly tripping over Tommy the house cat, who yelped and hissed at her as she ran towards the beach, which was just over the road from her front door. Jasmine arrived and as the sea lapped rather aggressively at her bare feet (she had thrown off her shoes and gingerly tip-toed over the stony beach), the salty sea hair filled her mouth and the clouds loomed ominously. Jasmine felt the full weight of her sadness course through her veins, she put her shoes back on started walking rapidly down the promenade to try to race away from her looming darkness.
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