Molly had been staring out of her window for about an hour now. On her desk, lying between the copies of Nature, New Scientist, and all the other scientific journals her work had appeared in, was a well thumbed copy of On The Road. It had been Molly's favorite book since college, and the longer she spent in these four walls the more she felt she needed to be free.
She had spent the last ten years in this room, sitting
under a poster of an Oscar Wilde quote proclaiming that
Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better
to do. Although many considered her poioneering work,
unraveling the secrets of the llama DNA, to be an outstanding achievement. Molly did
think she had something better to do.