when it’s getting late and your eyes are starting to get bleary and the way the office lights glow changes because of the hour you’re in and you get up to stretch the legs that haven’t been used in hours and you push back your arms to stretch them out and the muscles in your back move with it and the yellow lights shine onto you as you roll out your aching wrist and you rub you eyes and head to to window and lay your stuffed head against the cool glass and watch the city traffic pass by for a moment and let the muffled noise of the city hit you at last after hours of tuning it out and god you are so tired but there’s nothing else you’d rather be doing











