Short prose

There were chairs hanging from the ceiling and my coffee mug was magically placed on the desk, inverted. Magically because the coffee was still inside it. And steaming. Funny how things seem to look more ‘in control’ when viewed from an inverted perspective. In reality, there was actually a storm brewing inside my coffee mug!

Phew! I jerked my head up and felt all the blood rush downwards. Felt slightly light-headed even. I was challenging myself to lie on the bed with my head hanging from the side for five minutes. It was just 130 seconds when I couldn’t take it anymore.