The doors swings open and the room takes a deep breath, sucking in a bit of air and dust like a vacuum just as its being shut off. A wood rubber rhythm stirs time and wakes the morning light from its slumber. Counter-clockwise rotations of plastic rings are a prelude to a murky babble into a clay cup. I sit and wait.
I poke my laptop to initiate a round of my favorite game, "I'm Awake, You're Awake" and he yawns into action. The first viewer/customer comes into my office and observes/consumes.
"I know you're doing this performance thing today, but I have a work question."
"That's fine, go right ahead."
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