Locked in the Office
Like a princess in a tower.
I mean, yes, don’t worry, I can escape if I want. But I guess because everyone else either hasn’t come in yet or is running late or out sick and I’m sitting here alone, the guard felt like he should close the doors of the office.
Sometimes, its weird to be a girl here. To be treated like something precious that needs protection. That there are certain places I can’t or shouldn’t sit, ways I can and can’t act, and even weirder, that I understand what those boundaries are and follow them automatically (even if I don’t like them).
