You’re a creature of fluorescent light.

Woman with a soothing voice:

You’re back at the office,

Back to the warm and tight embrace

Of your plastic swivel chair.

Phones, printers and anxious voices

Are blending into a symphony,

And cradling your soul.

You take a deep breath,

and delight in a scent...

The fragrance of photocopier ink.

At this moment,

You’re in a state of serenity

As impenetrable as a computer

With a username and password.

You’re one with the paperclips,

And the tape dispenser.

You’re a creature of fluorescent light.

Woman: Serenity that stays with you.

Lotus Spa.