Her body closed off from the world as if to immerse herself in her own universe, ever so silently murmuring the words to her favorite song. With a dropped head and her face firmly in her lap, she focused her eyes on a section of the floor that had been walked on a few too many times.
The fiber of the office like carpet was now breaking free and the release forced him to stand upright. No more of this lying down and being stomped on, no, this fiber had endured enough. Over time the other surrounding him would also rise causing what some might classify as a fiber revolution.
Reaching for the clouds and fighting the power of the rest of the blue and grey carpet, this section of the flooring would be replaced. Freeing those who stood against the norm and battled valiantly, allowing them to live out their days among the outdoor dump. The sunshine forever beaming down on them and the breeze cooling them as they danced with it.
Then suddenly the girl had realized that her heart rate had risen with the fibers of her imagination and she was singing louder and louder as the vision progressed in her mind. Slowly her eyes came off the floor to see what she was terrified of. The hallway she was once occupying alone had become overly populated and no one was speaking, they were all staring at her. She was no longer the center of her world, but had become the center of the real one also.
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