Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Busted

Every Fortnight,
Team meeting,
The only highlight is the lady that sits across from me, I say sit but rather it is me saying I positioned myself so I can view with pleasure.
She snoozes, without fail,
And like school children, we giggle.
A code passed through eye contact we blink in a rush, signifying the sudden occurrence before she wakes.
The monotone voice at times could set one in a state and she had fallen bait.
Every fortnight,
Without fail.
She hides well, and it seems my confidence in waiting somewhat turned on its head as my eyes fixed on the pleasure I was about to share,
Her eyes flicked up.

Busted.

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