It was that dead-quiet time of night when all you can hear is the humming of desk lamps and the unison of people’s breathing in their sleep. The man on duty decided to give his feet a rest from the new shoes. He watched his compacted toes wiggling themselves free inside his socks and placed his feet atop the desk, overlooking the psychiatric ward.

Nothing to report.

(400-word scene in generic fiction prompt)

(This story is now going to be featured in the little journal. Once published, I will share it here so that you can read it in full)