"It... it worked?" mutters the voice of my guest, the shock of the situation having overshadowed their sudden visit. "Oh my... it worked!" They coo excitedly, reaching over and pulling the glass needle free without any apparent harm to the shirt.
My mouth hangs agape, my thin pale lips quivering as I stare up from the floor at my upstairs neighbor, a young alternative woman working as a barista.
Pacing around the kitchen I listen to the soft whirring of my microwave, my gazes turning to the small spinning bowl in the little window. Rain pitters and patters against the tiny nearby window, the gloomy clouds outside blotting out the early afternoon sun.
It had been a lazy Tuesday so far, mostly spent binging watching the same tv show I had been for months and going some small amount of job searching. This had become all to a familiar routine since I had been made redundant, my motivation shrinking by the day as the lethargy of not having anything to do slowly set in.
As my microwave beeps I jump with a start, the rapping soon following from my front door.
I cock my eyebrow as I look to the scuffed wooden door, waiting for a moment as I try to work out whether or not I was hearing things. After a short wait another sudden burst of knocks erupt from the other side of the door, each one sounding more desperate by the second.
"Who..." I begin to ask, another series of knocks soon cutting me off.
