Today has been one of THOSE days.
The sun hadn’t even peeked over the horizon when I was awakened by…
...the floor caving in. Such a nuisance, and the third time in as many weeks.
I know, I know. That's what I get for buying my reality from Discount Worlds R US, but who has the money for designer worlds with warranties these days?
Not me, that's for sure. Not Constance Feldman, the cheapest reality-weaver in all of California. I don't pretend to be anything I'm not, and I don't pretend to create any reality-thread that's more robust than it is, and I scrape a living out of clients who can't afford anything better. Oh, and Constance is my real name. Yes, I am aware of the irony, there.
She had stared in the penthouse, the view was terrible but she had always wanted to live in one. She had fallen three floors, so she was on floor 13, or was it 12? They often skip number 13. And if DWRU could cut a corner to save money, I'm sure that they had skipped 13.,
I wonder who lives on this floor. I wasn't going to sleep again, so I might as well look.