John stared at his spreadsheet. Numbers swam before his eyes. His shoulders ached, his legs felt like lead. He glanced at the clock. 2:47 PM.
He remembered his grandpa's words, "Even a caged bird sings." John smirked. He opened his drawer and pulled out a resistance band. He started doing bicep curls. Then, some rows. He even managed a few squats.
His boss, Mr. Henderson, stopped by. "John, are you… exercising?"
"Just keeping active, sir," John replied, not missing a rep.
Mr. Henderson chuckled. "Alright, just keep it down."
Later, John felt a surge of satisfaction. Not just from the exercise, but from finding freedom within the confines of his cubicle. It was like discovering a hidden room in a familiar house.
Sometimes, he realized, the most rigid structures can hold unexpected spaces.
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