500 words to Visions essay, then 500 more words to book.  Not leaving office, today.  Meetings, projects, Mike is ready for everything.  Mike aims to finish everything so swiftly and efficiently that he has time to collect, to self-composed and meditate, see his day’s fate more clearly.  Done with the croissant, he again feels the scratch in throat.  He refuses to get sick or come down with anything.

Mike is paused unexpectedly and he can’t find out why.  So he embraces the pause rather than fight it.  He hears nothing in the breakroom but his own typing self.  Why couldn’t he move?  He didn’t know.  He’d clock in a couple minutes early.