Cube

   The force of gravity when in my cubical is stronger than when I make it to "the outside." My heart sinks as the force increases beyond the comfy 32.2 fps. The pull is felt most on my upper body- if only I could lay in the fetal position for a few minutes.... 
   My eyes become dry and they sting. I am convinced that the flesh under my eyes is drooping. Gravity is even pulling on my skin... Do I see a wrinkle?!
By lunch, I look like:

   I am being torn. I want to go towards the light- lay down in the flickering flourescent pools. Memories of non-artificial light pull me upright, though.  Providing an equal and opposite reaction able to keep me sitting in my office chair.

   But alas, the clock will always toll 5, sending me moonwalking out of the door everyday to revel in that good ole 32.2.