Another day at the office

It was the second day of our may project. Not yet used to wake up at 6.30 and live the life of a commuter, my head just stopped working around 4pm.
We were given the nicest working place in the building, at the top flour, looking out over Utrecht, with only fluffy sofa's and nice designer things.
Inga was doing some private brainstorm thingy, with her toes and my toes, and my head found just the perfect spot to lie on and relax. Within seconds I was gone, dreaming of God knows what.

Until five minutes later, someone popped his head around the door and remarked in a cynical tone:

"just another day at the office, eh?"

I never slept after that...