In the depths of the break room, where coffee flows free and the vending machine's sweet, sweet melodies echo through the halls, a special place is found for those who dare to craft a sonnet, silent and profound
"Silent alarms, that whisper sweet nothings to the soul, as the coffee brews its magic and the fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow on the break room's walls, where dreams and schemes are forged in the silence, and the clock ticks slow"