The Cubicle

Today

I am the one

In the cubicle

Displaying 'Engaged'.

I shall remain silent if

I hear signs of life outside

I shall wait

Until all sounds of shuffling

Splashing water

And blow driers

Ceases

I shall wait

Until footsteps

Have died away

And I hear the outer door closing.

When all is quiet

I shall come out of the cubicle

And wash my hands

And blow dry them in the machine on the wall

I'll hope it's one of the newer fast ones

Preferably a DYSON Blade with violet light

Then I shall leave the premises

Being careful 

to use my coat sleeve

In order 

to avoid touching the door handle.

And  re-enter the world.