'Conjuring Castle'
It was one of those rare Monday mornings that didn’t feel like a punishment. For a person who usually feels the full weight of 'Monday Blues', the sky blushing in streaks of orange and rose made me forgot that it was the beginning of a workweek. The air was crisp, not cold, and the golden hue of the rising sun spilled across the city like a warm promise. I walked into the office, coffee in hand, watching the world get busy in slow motion. The always busy building buzzed with the usual Monday energy. As the keycard beeped opening the door to the usually expected clattering of keyboards and morning grumbles, a strange stillness greeted me in. Surprised, I struggled to find some familiar faces for comfort. I absent-mindedly wondered if it was the right floor only to find my practical side reassuring me that the doors open only with the correct keycard. I hopelessly screened through all of my memory files to find any trace of a missed memo about additional leaves as I wandered thr...