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Michael was tired as hell, as usual. He just wanted to go home, and watch soap operas, and listen to AC/DC until he passed out on his couch again. But his boss had given him some overtime work, and overtime meant a bit more extra cash. So maybe this wasn't too shitty, he guessed.
He wandered around the pizzeria until he found his overtime- a ball pit. A fucking ball pit that smelled like moldy cheese, pizza grease, and puke. How the hell did children enjoy these things again? Pushing his thoughts about the horribly smelly ball pit aside, Michael climbed in and got to work. His job wasn't all too hard: clean the ball pit so parents would stop filing complaints about whether or not it was safe for their kids. It probably wasn't, Michael guessed, because of the smell alone, but for some reason, kids fucking loved crawling around boxes that were filled with random objects.
As Michael began his simply but overworking task, his feet began to feel tingly.
'Im probably having a goddamn stroke, what, with all the stress and Starbucks.'
He continued his work, but his calves began to tingle as well. Then his knees, then his thighs.
'What the hell is going on?'
He looked down at the spot where he stood. There, underneath him, was a blue circle. A glowing blue circle that he guess was made from chalk or slime, but nevertheless, it was there.
As he processed why it would be glowing, and whether or not he needed to call HR, the circle started to open. Now the whole floor under him was blue, glowing and shimmering florescents of dark blues, light blue, blues that bordered purples, and so forth. He sank to his knees to get a closer look at the thing, completely entranced and enchanted by the glowing blue and the tingle of his limbs.
That's when he began to flip. Sinking and flipping, tossing and turning. It felt as if water had consumed every part of him, as though he were swimming, but he could still breath. By now, he had been completely consumed by the blues, there was no other way to describe it. He felt warm and comfortable, safe and sheltered, dazed, almost as if he were asleep.
'That wouldn't be so bad, to be stuck here forever.'
He closed his eyes, letting the swirling colors surround him, overtake him, and slowly drifting away from reality.
He heard banging.
"Michael! It's my turn in the bathroom, you're taking too long!"