Descriptive Essay About My Office

My tiny office is a study in clutter.The first thing I notice walking in is the many piles of paper around the room. At the rear of the office, a two-foot mountain of yellowing paper with tattered edges balances precariously on the file cabinet. In front of the file cabinet is my desk, where I am walled in by four towers of paper, one on each corner. Beside the desk a huge bulletin board is covered with all kinds of paper-pictures of famous authors, pictures of coworkers, pictures of friends. Cartoons are tacked on going every which way, and favorite quotes stick out from the corkboard and wooden frame. Under the bulletin board, books of all sizes sit on a warped pine board on top of the radiator. The floor to ceiling metal bookcase is

Dying to get out of the office. I dash to the door, thinking Freedom baby. As soon I got out, the sky turned even darker at evening, contrary to its nature. A thought in my head told me to Go Back Go Back Now. Just before I could notice the dark swirling mass of dark clouds in the sky. The moon was hidden behind ashen clouds looming on the horizon, above the inner city buildings. I reach the gate and went inside the train station. The air was stiff, sticky, and humid. Before the first platters of raindrops could land on the roughy stone ground. I was sitting on the bench waiting for my train to

I really needed to go to the bathroom, thinking I will only be gone for like minute. I got up and grabbed my briefcase and headed to the bathroom. As I took my sweet time to get back tho the train station, I saw the train pull up. I rush to train. As I jump between the platform just in time to get between the 2 doors. I didn’t know my shoes was untied, so I end up tripping into front of everybody, thinking I had the worst day today and now I made fool of myself. Great! Some girl picks up on my paper and handed it to me.

Wow! Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. She was remarkable, magnificent, and amazing. I thought.

I turned around and she was gone! I can’t believe it! She’s gone. I met the perfect girl and she just disappear out of thin air. Where could she go? Am I ever going to see her again! I