Quietly Flows The Office

It's Good Friday. Hell, it's Great Friday. A couple hours ago, my office-mates began sneaking off, trickling out into the sunshine, rubbing their fists into their sun-stabbed eyes, marvelling at the colours, their thin and puny chests heaving with unaccustomed fresh air. Now it's basically me tethered to this computer, listening to the quietness, feeling every second flicker like feathery hope across my paper-thin skin -- until 5 pm comes and the weekend begins. And what shall I do this weekend? Sleep!