The elevator waits, silent, patient. Your floor is selected, but why aren’t you moving?
The truth is, it’s waiting for the opportune moment.
You wonder, briefly about its condition. Is it broken?
Your hand starts to move towards the close door button, and it strikes with perfect timing.
The doors begin to close and you’re on your way.
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