Tap, Tap, Tap

Tap, tap, tap.

One lone finger, moving up and down, gently hitting the table.

Tap, tap, tap.

There were other sounds in the office, sure, but this one…

Tap, tap, tap.

This was somehow quieter than the ticking clock, the hum of the computer, the squeak of my chair, and yet also…

Tap, tap, tap.

Loud enough to make all those other familiar sounds fade away.

Tap, tap, tap.

Until just it remained, filling my mind with the dull, repetitive sound.

Tap, tap, tap.

I got up, and went over to the coffee maker.

Tap, tap, smash, scream, stab, silence…