It’s something like metal spoons thrashing against a tin can. I wince.
A hot cup of tea sits happily on my desk. Ah, my ally. I stir in two sugars and my hand start to shake.
I’m sure the document I’m working on has doubled in size since yesterday. Little typed letters jump about on the page. I blink.
Lift doors open. Lift doors close.
Nope, they’re still blurring into fuzzy black lines...
Such itchy eyes.
“Enjoy last night?” They say as they pass reception. Smug little smiles, so pleased I’m being punished.