Cold Rooms And Red Flowers

I'm in this cold room. Not cold in the physical sense, cold in the mental sense. It's a law office, but not the high-end, big-shot type. This one has chairs that line the walls, a couple of tables with outdated magazines, and thirsty plants in ratty old pots. A television set is mounted in the corner, high on the wall, talking to everyone, but no one is listening. I know I'm not. I stare at the flickering screen, lost inside my head, inside my thoughts.