It’s 6PM and you’re the only person left in the office. All is calm, all is quiet, and all you can hear is the sound of your fingers tapping on the keyboard and the hum of the fan in your computer. You’re the most productive at this time of night: emails have stopped, phones aren’t ringing – you are in the zone. Until you realize that it’s getting darker, and when you look up from the screen, the lights are slowly start to go out. One. By. One. All of a sudden, your desk is the only one with a light on over it, highlighting you, putting a spotlight on you, offering you to the beasts in motion. Your heart starts to race. You don’t know what’s going on. Your clammy palms reach for the cell phone in your purse when you hear footsteps in the kitchen. Heavy, intentional, loping footsteps, made by heavy boots with a purpose. What do you do? You know you can’t make it to the door without being seen, and hiding under your desk is futile. You heart is racing, there’s a lump in your throat. That fight or flight instinct kicks in.
But don’t panic because the lights are motion activated and the security guard is coming in to make sure the windows and doors are locked.
True story. Welcome to my night. Good freaking lord.
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