Doors open, windows shut.
Vanishing papers, ringing bell
Long dark corridors, flickering bulbs
Sound of silence and do no disturb signs dancing in the dark
Late night callers barely sense a presence
Lifts go up, latches down, covers over without consideration
Creeping halls with nary a thump
Awaiting daylight and respite from years of hopeless wander.
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