This piece is... Weird. I forget who the discussion was with, but someone had mentioned about a dramatic flair in writing and I responded that anything could be dramatic. It's really just a matter of wording and perception. I wound up with this idea and ran with it!

Another that will make its way to the scrap bin soon enough.

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It was quiet as he made his way down the hall, almost eerily so compared to the noises that normally filled it. For now, though, the silence was deafening. His eyes dart left to right, eyeing the details, watching for anything. Another ponderous step lands, the sound of bared human flesh slapping against the cold wooden slabs, though expected, seem foreign to now. Another step, then another before he finally reaches the door. His hand reaches for the securing latch, his fingers deftly flicking open the rounded lock. The door starts to swing, their hinges groaning in protest as he adds his strength to the door’s natural swing, pulling open the one obstacle still in his way. He peers into the darkened room behind, searchingly, before grabbing his box of Lucky Charms. “I hate being late for work,” he groans, rubbing his eyes as he rushes through the kitchen.