Concentration by Kevin MacLeod
Imagine yourself floating in a beautiful sky, the aggressive badgers of the land do not bother you here at all. Todd from HR doesn't try to make small talk with you in this place, nor does he try to invite you to his kid's wrestling tournament that is being held at a school 90 minutes away. The coyote-lizards of your night terrors do not roam here, and you can clearly read the expiration dates on all your packages. Even the hand soap. Why does the hand soap have an expiration date? It matters not.