Walk forward, straight forward,
turn right, walk through the door.
Take a seat.
Body relaxes, pulse returns to normal,
respiration regulated.
Take a bite.
Soothe your hunger.
Scoot to your left, next passenger.
Your brain hurts, you feel tired, drained,
and want to put your legs up.
Why can't there be silence,
just one quiet moment,
a moment to meditate.
Enjoy my salad.
Just a peaceful moment.
Times up!

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    The reality of the breakroom. No safety, hardly relaxing for the introvert. We need our own safety net in the breakroom. A nap station, a pina colada and some relaxation music. Our time is a bliss