Invasion

I sit in my little white world.

with big white walls and small white people.

everything identical.

everything monotone.

everything functions normally.

we sit at our little white computers and type out codes.

commands. instructions. orders.

until the moment when it all stopped.

a knife pierced the perfect white walls.

the white plastered brick slowly reduced to silk by the knife.

as it cut through the perfect little world.

and we panicked.

human resources recieved tons of complaints.

public relations totally shut down.

all of the good public speakers ran out screaming.

everyone lost their cool calm and collected state and let their emotions rule.

the knife appeared to be carving a rectangle.

me and my co-workers were losing it.

I didn't know what was going on.

I wasn't in control.

the knife was halfway through the 3rd side of the rectangle.

I hid in a corner.

I didn't want to watch it.

but I couldn't help myself.

the 3rd wall was done.

the knife retreats.

but we know we're not safe.

it'll be back.

suddenly, a force pushes the rectangle.

it was a door.

and there you stand.

and I smile.

I push a button.

my co-workers return to their desks, still brimming with excitement.

papers litter the floor, and a calm facade has appeared.

I invite you in.

--Mark