Article: "The Art of Napping in the Bathroom: A Guide for the Uninitiated"
On this fateful Monday morning, as the alarm clock's cacophony pierced the air, a hero emerged from the depths of slumber. Our protagonist, fueled by the unyielding resolve of a good night's sleep, stormed into the bathroom with an unquenchable thirst for rest.
"I'll just close the door, and no one will bother me," the hero thought, as they claimed the throne, now known as the 'throne of power.'
The bathroom, once a place of mere functionality, was now a sanctuary of solace, where the hero could bask in the radiance of their own exhausted existence. As the minutes ticked by, the hero found themselves lost in the abyss of their own eyelids, their breathing synchronized with the rhythm of the faucet.
But alas, not all was well. The hero's reverie was shattered by the sound of their coworker's incessant knocking, demanding to 'get to work, man!' The hero, now fully awake, realized that Monday mornings were, indeed, the enemy.
To this day, the hero remains, a paragon of the bathroom napping arts, their legend living on in the annals of office lore.