Posted Fri Dec 18, 2015 | 187 Words | Tagged story workie

Slowly the accounting job in the city office took it’s toll on the poor lad. He flopped out on his sofa on the Friday evening, falling asleep instantly. Even forgetting to do anything, forgetting to cook anything, forgetting to even take out his contact lenses. He felt finally at rest and drifted deeper and deeper. Some days he wished he could just do something entirely different.

He was deep asleep when the crew arrived to take him away. The crew had been watching for some time, seeing how miserable his life was and how much he wanted a change. The crew are mysterious, only going by the name and very few people knowing about them.

They will dress you, wake you enough to get you into a trance and listen to what they’ve got to tell you, then leave you in your new place. The lad is about to wake up in his farmer gear to the sound of the farm which will sound new to his ears, but normal to his mind. I’m sure a couple days hard work will make him feel better about himself.