[ WP ] You have a terrible life . Something mundane occurs . It is the best thing to ever happen to you .

The sun shone like it always did. It was quiet, too quiet. I sat in my seat working on my paperwork I needed to finish. I stamped a page, signed it - stamped a page, signed it, but it was so quiet. No one was around at all. I got up from my seat, leaving the paperwork behind, and I looked around. Silence. There were no customers or employees in sight, they weren ’ t here and it was quiet - too quiet. My paperwork sat there, undone, unfinished and unsigned. I walked slowly down the hallway down towards the toilet, not a peep. The floorboards creaked and moaned along the long, thin hallway, producing the tiniest of echos only audible in the silence that was oppressing my world. I searched down the other hallway, nothing, pure unadulterated silence. The silence began suffocating me; without even knowing I began to run down the hallway. I screamed and spun around like a dog backed against a wall by a predator - I was trying to escape the silence. It was closing in, I couldn ’ t breathe. It was closing in. It went dark. I opened my eyes and screamed. The silence was broken. Glass smashed, the silence blossomed into colour and I was free. My throat was hoarse but it didn ’ t matter, I was free from the tyranny of the silence. The walls flowed with colour and patterns, life teemed from everything my sound touched. I was free until my constant dancing and spinning landed me in front of a sign 
 
 “ Meeting at 12:50 on second floor. All staff to attend. 25th of December - Upper Management ” 
 
 I was on the second floor. All too suddenly a pair of slow, thumping feet, hitting the cold concrete of the grey carpet came towards me. Deliberate steps, holding up a large elephantine man. 
 
 “ What are you doing? ” He grumbled “ Get to the meeting now. You ’ re late and the only person on this level. ” 

