Sinking feelings were nothing but cranes that just had to be shifted. I couldn't decipher my own thoughts. It felt like everything that was good or there in the spectrum of was going to slowly maneuver and disappear its way through my life to the point where then was all I had to hold on to. The journey to the office was short but in every bit provoking. The habit of checking if the car was actually locked had kicked in.
"Good morning Liam. Look, I don't care how everything is, just get me my coffee."
I had recited the line in its rough fossil as it was portrayed in life. Rather amusing having a boss in all his rotundness to be the main lead. He turned while snapping his some what everyday mouldy suspenders hoping for a kink out of calmness from me. I'd tried, with every ounce I had. This was my pathetic way of brightening the next seven hours up. I'd ignored the constant disturbance in my stomach. The coffee was set and I waited like Xodus when I was the one with the ball. Of course, the case was in reversed psychology. What came after was the demon of all commands. It sounded absolute in the worse way possible. If I wasn't me with all I had, love, warmth and life waiting in a place called home, it would've been a celebratory situation.
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