Writing in between the lines

The sound of instrumental music that is open to interpretation

But it almost always reminds you of the one love that got away

The raindrops hitting the window sill 

Subjected to unsolicited romanticization 

The Fengshui plant sitting on my desk that's meant to add luck

Was gifted to me by a rude old friend that I barely speak with anymore

A fancy-looking ink pen among the ordinary stationery in the stand 

Makes me feel slightly more relevant when I sign supposedly important documents

Those two tube lights on the ceiling that are almost never simultaneously turned on 

Please remind me why chandeliers aren't used in formal settings?

The thick book about commercial law in a visible corner that makes me look like a serious young lady 

Read all of five pages last year. 

The newly introduced sanitizer next to the tissue holder

Wonder if an alcohol-free solution really works 

Me sitting in my chair with a permanent smile stuck on my face 

I let out a sigh of relief as the clock strikes six 

I call a cab for home while relaxing to a comfortable straight face