I am sitting in a chair at work
My job is to sit in a chair
If I concentrate hard enough the chair would slide out of the room With me on it.
The first movements tentative, jerky.
Then all of a sudden with the force and melodrama of a Hollywood horror.
I’ve seen enough telekenisis to know how this should work.
I am probably not concentrating hard enough.
“I am Matilda!” I exclaim into an empty room.
I laugh, a laugh at laughter, an infinite regression of laughing at laughter. A LOL on a completely motionless face.
“I am Mephostophiles,” the chair tries to join in.
I nod and smile too late to a head which decides not to enter.
I ignore the chair.
A click on the two-way radio.
A test? A cry for help? A message from another empty room.