stevenbasic:“How did…mmmmf!..how did this get up here??” I grumbled to myself, as
stevenbasic:“How did…mmmmf!..how did this get up here??” I grumbled to myself, as I strained and stretched, reaching for my coffee mug on the highest of two shelves over the sink. I had the pot set up already, brewing, here by myself in the break room. I needed my coffee, but first I needed my mug. It was just out of reach, my fingers just grazing it. My weird morning just seemed to be getting weirder. I’d felt ‘off’, getting out of bed, getting ready for the day in my apartment. My shoes fit weird. Heck, everything fit weird. The world just looked a little different, a little foreign to me. My apartment, my office - all strangely altered. There was the odd note from CiC-…Cynthia. And then this. “Inconsiderate…who put it way…up…here?” I asked the empty room. Would I actually need to get a chair to stand on to get my coffee mug? And there were a couple other mugs up here, those of some of the girls in the office - how did anyone else reach them?? “I’ve..almost..got i-“ “I’ve got it,” I heard, from behind me, as suddenly I felt it, the unmistakable press of a tall, soft woman, a body pushed up against my back, a hand on my waist…. Keep reading -- source link