Knock knock

Tick tick tick tick.
What? Whatever. Groggy.
Tap tap tap tap.
For real? Ugh.
Tap TAP tap TAP.
What is IT? Through the hole a prim petite redhead in a company issued suit stands with a cranky keyboard, fidgets, irritated by the course of her day. I've no idea. Angry knuckles reach out to just beneath view.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
No way I'll make her day worse by subjecting her to my throttled-down lucidity.
Ignore. Another round?
Knock knock knock knock.
After this, bet it'll be done.
Done.