The Office

The flowers.

They seemed just too perfect to be real, yet there was one petal of the blue hydrangea on the coffee table.

The clock.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. One to my right and one staring me down. Quiet, please.

The art.

Fauvism. Fauvism. Fauvism. Red. Yellow. Orange. Mother holding a child. Man standing alone.

The water.

No ice and filled to the top.

The couch.

Beige with red pillows. Perfect for making this feel less intimidating. Not.

The notebook.

The spine is perfect, but there are obviously notes in blue.

The window.

Useless.  The trees block the skies.

“So, where do we want to begin tonight?”

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