narrative?

A man wakes up, comes out of his house into his car. drives to work as he does everyday, only seeing the things he needs to. only seeing the things that matter to him on the way. road signs, traffic lights and all the wheels, buttons and leavers in his car. 

He arrives at a building which he now recognises only via shape. He steps out of his car, turns and uses a single key to lock it. walks through the door of the building and up the flights of stairs, recognising the each stair by slight shape differences and tone he knows how manny more there are to go.

He steps into his office through the door that separates the carpet to the cold floor of the stairwell. Sits at his chair in front of the machine that works him. His assistant walks through the door with two cups of coffee at hand (teacup pig coffee?). Puts one down onto the desk and walks away but stumbles slightly on something behind his chair and leaves the room.

He looks at his screen for a while, then something clicks in his head. he looks around the room seeing everything for the first time since he got the job. Reaches around the back of himself realising his assistant stumbled upon something.