(N)one Night Stand Part 2
After being tossed in the- for me - large but still tight shirt pocket, my whole cognition was limited to sensing how Denis was moving and some distant sounds now and then. The most irritating thing was the heat that came from beneath the fabric. It was starting to get pretty unbearable; almost like sitting in sauna. But the movement was also quite uncomfortable. I constantly bumped either into the front or the back of the pocket as Denis did his steps and the ride seemed to be going on forever.
Finally I noticed how the movement eased down; obviously Denis had stopped and only moments later I was surrounded by Denis fingers again. This time the sensation of being lifted up fast wasnt so bad than before. I hate to admit it, but it seemed that I was growing familiar to being moved around.
I was dropped onto a yellow surface and I noticed that it was a sheet of paper lying on a desk, larger than any building I had seen before. I got up again to my feet and tried to orientate myself. I obviously was in a students dorm-room: A bed, a desk, a computer, everything a bit spartan. But also enormous! Just like Denis, who lowered his head towards me; I instinctively backed away from his billboard-like face and I saw my own, puny looking reflection in his glasses. He seemed to notice that I was frightened.
After being tossed in the- for me - large but still tight shirt pocket, my whole cognition was limited to sensing how Denis was moving and some distant sounds now and then. The most irritating thing was the heat that came from beneath the fabric. It was starting to get pretty unbearable; almost like sitting in sauna. But the movement was also quite uncomfortable. I constantly bumped either into the front or the back of the pocket as Denis did his steps and the ride seemed to be going on forever.
Finally I noticed how the movement eased down; obviously Denis had stopped and only moments later I was surrounded by Denis fingers again. This time the sensation of being lifted up fast wasnt so bad than before. I hate to admit it, but it seemed that I was growing familiar to being moved around.
I was dropped onto a yellow surface and I noticed that it was a sheet of paper lying on a desk, larger than any building I had seen before. I got up again to my feet and tried to orientate myself. I obviously was in a students dorm-room: A bed, a desk, a computer, everything a bit spartan. But also enormous! Just like Denis, who lowered his head towards me; I instinctively backed away from his billboard-like face and I saw my own, puny looking reflection in his glasses. He seemed to notice that I was frightened.