My Friend

My friend sometimes gets a bit too carried away with the music he listens to in his headphones. When he reaches his work building in the morning, he is holding his breath, and like a tightly-wound spring, he feels ready to burst.

He steps into the lift, and as soon as those doors close, he starts dancing his head off to the music until he reaches his floor. The doors open, and he walks out, quiet, and composed, ready to face the day.