"...Hmmm..." I jot a few things down on a piece of paper and then toss it into the trash, somewhat frustrated, as I decide to leave my office.
"It seems like it won't work out that well." I stand up and head to my kitchen, where I pour myself a cup of coffee. I look out the window at the beautiful stars outside, lovely constellations.
"I'm a little tired. I think I'll leave work for tomorrow." I twirl a pencil between my fingers and then drop it. The pencil rolls across the floor, hitting the chair by the table, which shifts a few millimeters. The movement knocks the sheet of paper off of it.
The paper flies, hitting the knife block and knocking a knife loose, which knocks the block over. The block shuts the window and shoves the food tray toward the trash while pushing the dish tray toward the sink.
A cherry from one of the meals I finished flies off, hitting the switch on the wall and landing right in the trash. The switch turns on the garbage disposal and the dishwasher.
