Drifting, falling, floating, weightless... Pt 2

____Michael was now 30, and just as he knew it wouldn’t, the world around him hadn’t changed in the slightest. The spines of his books, magazines, CD’s and graphic novels sitting on his shelves might get a small fraction more sun bleached than they had been the day before, but they had always done that. Everything sitting in his room had always done what had been expected of them, and that would continue all throughout his birthday today, and beyond. It was comforting, but also restricting.

____Michael reached behind his head and flipped his pillow to the cooler side and stared back up at the ceiling. Down on the real street, a car drove by and Michael watched as the reflected light glided across his ceiling. His room was again silent, save for the unbroken whirr of the vent above his head.

____“Why did I even set my alarm? It’s not like I have work today-” His conversation with himself and his room was interrupted by the ring of his cell phone. He waited to see if it continued to ring, as single one was just a text message, and practically lunged for the phone on the far end of his window sill when it continued to ring. He worked to unplug the charger cord so he could see who it was, but he managed to open the phone in the process. The line was open.