The flask sweats
as it sits, motionless,
on my desk,
the air's moisture
draping its skin
as its contents
grow in warmth.
I reach toward it,
then pause,
the room's silence
serving as a
makeshift,
minimalist soundtrack.
The fleeting silence breaks,
and the mumbling
and the clatter
and the creaky creaks
of the world beyond
the room's walls
increases in volume
once again,
and I extend my arm
further.
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