Show Don't Tell-Personal Narrative I stood in the empty office early one Friday morning without a shadow of a human being. Listening carefully, I could hear almost nothing but the pounding of my heart and the hum of a moving car. I began to appreciate the stillness of the place and enjoy the tranquil view of the hidden office. I realized that I had mistakenly entered the wrong office. Standing behind the creaking glass door, I stood still in front of the door like a street lamp, taking in the scent of a foggy early morning. My eyes traveled along the narrow path to the wide open door of another office in front of me where I intended to go. I focused on the white and freshly painted wall on the right. The white latticed square ceiling was tiled with thousands of tiny holes just like the house of a thousand ants. I saw bright white lights that had just been installed. Below me, the carpet was swathed and speckled with microscopic mixed colors of blue, purple, pink, green, and white. The carpet was not dirty nor did it have liquid stains. I looked at a...