I thrived on this once. Maybe I will again.
The only thing stopping me from buying a pumpkin spice latte is that it's 95 degrees outside. And I only pause because I tend to overheat.
I've been here all day. Through tears and kicked heads and threats. The lights shut, the phone quiet, all but one door locked.
I toss the water bottle that isn't mine. Move a book, a clipboard, a pencil that I didn't leave out. My shoes sponge into carpet and there is no echo. I move like this place is mine.