Shiver

I go down to the vault, turn off the lights, close my eyes, and meditate.
The robotic forklifts use magnetic guides on the floors and on the shelves, so they don’t need light.
Nor do they need to beep when the lights are off. If there was a person down here to warn, the lights would be on.
Their motors and lifting forks sound strange in the dark, shifting crates from the loading dock to the shelves, and then from the shelves to the showroom conveyors.
We keep it cold down here.
I shiver until I have achieved total peace.