It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box. The office was pitch dark. The lights had been flicked; the doors were shut. Everyone had gone home. I sat at my desk and booted my computer; then I signed in and logged onto the server to punch my digital time stamp. I checked the time: September 11, 2017; 12:01AM.
I had been clocked in for almost two weeks.
I had “worked” through an entire pay cycle. No one had signed me out; no one had messaged me. I checked my email. Nothing–not even a promo. I checked my ticket queue. No new projects.
I wasn’t hungry anymore. I felt content. But I was missing something–
Then my arm reached out and hooked up my coffee cup. It was full, hot, and it smelled like pine in a firepit. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and sipped it.
It’s good to be back, I thought. It’s been far too long since I’ve had my morning coffee.
Like what you read? There’s more. In fact, this is the final episode in a four-part arc.
“Morning coffee” is a serial fiction series, served fresh daily. So far, we’ve covered rubberneckers, co-workers, cubicle stains, office plants, desk trophies, conspiracies, secret organizations, pocket dimensions, black holes, and impending, inevitable doom. And that’s just the beginning.
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