The ashtray was the first thing Kate saw that morning. She stared at it for a while, her body paralysed by tiredness. She had sat up and yawned loudly before noticing how full it was. Swinging her legs out of bed, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked down; something was stuck between her toes. She picked it up.
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
