edith zimmerman kills me
Office
A very short story.
I was washing my mug in the office kitchen when I heard someone come in behind me. I turned around and saw it was my friend Christina. She’s not really my friend, but she’s like an office friend. “Hey Christina, how’s it going?” I said.
“Oh, I’m good,” she said. “Tired.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m really tired, too.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m like, exhausted.”
“No kidding,” I said. “I’m totally drifting off at my desk.”
“Tell me about it. I’m like, about to fall over, literally.”
“Yeah, I was going to lie down on the floor right now,” I said.
“Oh yeah? I was actually already planning to do that,” she said as she lowered herself to the ground in front of the refrigerator.
I lowered myself down too, and shut my eyes. “Oh, this feels so good, I’m going to fall asleep, like, immediately.”
“Me too. I’m so tired I might never wake up.”
“Yeah, I was about to say—I bet I’ll die in my sleep.”
“I’ll definitely die—I drank poison earlier.”
“I drank poison, too,” I said.
Then we drifted into silence, and we both died in our sleep, at the office.
