Office

He sat in a cold, cluttered office. A beige carpet so dirty it convinced you it was brown, Piles of "important" paperwork covered the two desks. Peter was reclined on one of the rolling office chairs, eyes half closed, he was fighting to stay awake, that's what they paid him for atleast. As he looked through the window, admiring the perfect weather, He began to day dream, his flashbacks of beautiful, sunny, bay side scenarios. He could almost feel the breeze in his hair, the sun on his cheeks. He wondered why he couldn't be there now, and if he was, what would he do? He could go fishing, kayaking, fly a kite, anything, as long as he was there, free... There are so many locations on this planet that he wants to explore, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got that he couldn't be there. Peter got out of his chair, left the office into the warehouse and got back to work