Friday, March 27, 2009

Of Friday

With his back rested again the hard plastic seat, he looked up at the door like he always do, he has always thought that the familar sound of those doors closing after the beeping signals an end to his work day. 

Glancing around, he is well aware that people will start streaming in when the door opens again. He closes his eyes to shelter from the bright lights, clearing his mind of the outstanding task he left behind.

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