Support Stacie Wrap Up
Written for sassylion
Donna buzzed around the busy office, stopping briefly at each desk to hand out a memo. As she moved, people asked her questions and she fired off the answers automatically, smiling to herself at her ability to multitask.
The phone rang and she answered that too, then there were emails and more questions and a giant stack of requisitions to type.
It was hectic, this new job, but she found she was enjoying the pace, enjoying the momentum. For the past few months she’d been feeling an odd urge to run, to be adventurous, to be in the midst of chaos.
She wasn’t sure where this desire was coming from, she’d never had such an urge before, but it was as though she belonged somewhere else, though she wasn’t sure where.
There were nights where she dreamed of chaos. Of strange beings, epic battles, lots of running, and an impossibly skinny man in a brown pinstriped suit.
It was the man that intrigued her the most and she always woke up from these dreams feeling as though she was missing something. As though something was lost and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. The harder she tried, the more elusive the memory seemed to be, yet a feeling of unease would follow her for days afterward.
Today was not one of those days, however, so she was especially shocked to turn round the corner from work and nearly collide with the man in the pinstriped suit.
Donna buzzed around the busy office, stopping briefly at each desk to hand out a memo. As she moved, people asked her questions and she fired off the answers automatically, smiling to herself at her ability to multitask.
The phone rang and she answered that too, then there were emails and more questions and a giant stack of requisitions to type.
It was hectic, this new job, but she found she was enjoying the pace, enjoying the momentum. For the past few months she’d been feeling an odd urge to run, to be adventurous, to be in the midst of chaos.
She wasn’t sure where this desire was coming from, she’d never had such an urge before, but it was as though she belonged somewhere else, though she wasn’t sure where.
There were nights where she dreamed of chaos. Of strange beings, epic battles, lots of running, and an impossibly skinny man in a brown pinstriped suit.
It was the man that intrigued her the most and she always woke up from these dreams feeling as though she was missing something. As though something was lost and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. The harder she tried, the more elusive the memory seemed to be, yet a feeling of unease would follow her for days afterward.
Today was not one of those days, however, so she was especially shocked to turn round the corner from work and nearly collide with the man in the pinstriped suit.