The Office
April 10, 2007
"Adrienne, I need you to pull all of the summer paperwork and throw it out. NOW!”
A small cyclone swirls over the desk as she passes. Her office door slams.
“Pull whose paperwork? From where? The file room? The cabinet? The ether? FROM WHERE I ASK YOU?” My desperate cry remains unheard, its sound lost in the tempest.
The rushing wind soon settles. A heavy sigh is heaved. And then-silence.
Sleep. Wake up. Repeat.
