I was itching to go home. At the eleventh floor lobby, I waited for the elevator.
The elevator door opened; in it was three people. As I stepped in, I thought how perfect it is now we’re four. In the few seconds we were in that rectangular metal box, I imagined we each had our corner for ourselves. Four corners of the oblate spheroid world ruled by the four people in the elevator.
At a loss for… thoughts. Is that possible?