under the table

the more time I spend in my cube, the more I really want to just hide under my desk, I'm small nobody would notice, I could curl up behind my computer and muse, until someone called for me. they might see my brown and white pumas sticking out if they came in to find me. I have a very large desk so there is plenty of room of room for a small person like me, If I spend enough time down there I may begin to gradually shrink until I become a carpet person (the people that live in the carpet). Then nobody would ever know I was there, but I'd leave my shoes behind just for confusions sake. the desk would actually help block the air condition system that rains on me all day. like I'm being followed around by a dark cloud. like a cartoon in a childrens' book I would decide not to come out, dr suess characters would try to bribe me, depictions of family would come but to no avail until finally I would get a craving for chocolate cake then it would be over. I'd have to rejoin uncivilized society. For only then will I be satisfied with the amount of chocolate cake. a mayan mountain mmm, cake.!