I am tired boss.

When you brought me in it was great. Do you remember opening the box and being blasted with that delightfully, questionably toxic air? So oddly refreshing and tantalizing!

Those early days with that new object feeling were some of the best days. I shaped myself to the odd curvatures of the job. I was supportive and eased the previous discomfort. Now, I have been pushed to the side. New chairs are nice, but it may be time to wheel me out.

The weight of holding miscellaneous objects stacked over time has made my wheels create increased gravity at my feet. I now require more effort to get me to move out of these grooves in the low pile carpet. Oh, how I never liked this carpet. That first time gliding across the office’s concrete floors until I felt the first resistance of this carpet. From gliding to being a stick in the mud.

When it’s the end of the day and I hear the alarm being armed, the beeps begin as the lights flicker off, and the darkness plays tricks on me. I think much like you dream, the darkness makes way for light and form.

I’m sitting at the end of the office’s driveway almost at the curb. The rougher surfaces of the asphalt and sidewalk deform my wheels, but I keep rolling myself out. The sun’s warmth activates remaining compounds inside of me that release that scent that reminds me of that fresh plastic smell. A cool breeze carries my scent into the air and happens to hit the nose of a passerby. They stop, recognizing that familiar smell, and see me there glowing in a sunbeam. They begin to walk toward me and I start to wake up.

The alarm begins to beep and the lights flicker on. The staccato of beeps from the alarm being disarmed brings me back to this place.

It’s a new day.