Not OP, but let's have a go!

You were sitting quite innocently at your desk, on one of those prototypical square chairs. The type that are designed for people with square asses and unnaturally straight backs. Or people whose body fits the shape that they apply themselves to. The kind of chair that you could make out of a giant paperclip if you bend it right.

It's an ordinary day. The coffee is brown. The sun is shining - beaming - directly into your eye. There are six emails wrestling their way into your inbox, all with the urgent exclamation mark. URGENT: We've ran out of coffee. Unknown what is in the machine. Urgent: Toilet backed up . Wasnt me. URGENT: Mysterious beam coming from outside.

What you wouldn't do for an excuse right now. Anything to take your attention away from the mundanity of work. Your lucky, though. The floor beneath you seems to be bulging. The chair your sitting on seems to have lifted an inch. You were reading the word Credentials, but now your reading the word Sexy. You should really delete that bookmark.

Standing up, it's confirmed that the floor has indeed lifted an inch. Two inches now. Three. It's like a matter bending in the space time continuum, or something like that. The chair is still standing square on the growing nub.

There is little you can do now. Your supervisor has spotted you and asked why your standing up. Nevermind he says. Don't worry about it and sit back down.

Don't worry about the space time continuum bending matter in the office? Or some sort of paranormal mole digging its way out of the steel and concrete foundations of the building?

Alright, you say. Alright. I'll sit back down. As if the seat couldn't get any more uncomfortable.

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Not my best :l

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