Daft Joey (micro fiction)
I didn’t wanna seem like a cunt with the dream, so I just turned over when it came into the room. I knew that the chair in the middle of my flat was lifting up, and that it had some kind of glow, but I didn’t wanna piss it off. I was also conscious of the neighbours in my sleep, which I knew was a type of daftness, but the chair was staying where it was. The chair liked gravity as much as I liked my job. Unamed. Being there it was. I turned around my bed. I said something to my wife. What we said together as I woke changed me, and in turn, I said that, I would look after her, incase it came back. The bus has steam on the windows. I’m not awake yet. Cool magma, nice Lucy. No, it’d be crazy to scream that.