Step Into My Office

I look down at my screen.

I crack a smile, it lasts and lasts.

I think the people across from me are wondering "what is so funny?"

Everyone looks tired and sad.

It's 10 in the morning and below zero,

so I guess I can't blame them.

But if I can smile, why can't they?

Is it because I get what's so funny?

Or because I don't care?

Because if they laugh at me for smiling,

then I'll laugh right back.

Smile.