floating

"What the hell?"

Clara lifted up her naked foot to see what had stuck to it, but it was impossible for her to see. The apartment floor resounded with each of the immense woman's steps as she plodded over to the sofa. The seat's vinyl upholstery creaked vocally as Clara gently lowered all of her five hundred and seventy three pounds into it's pillowy embrace. Clara sighed as her quarter ton weight sank into the cushions, she then lifted up her foot to peel off what had stuck to her foot. It was a nicotine patch. "Son of a bitch."

I anxiously licked my lips, for what I was I going to be doing once I arrived home from school. Anxiously sat in class after class, wishing the clock would tick faster. Impatiently staring at the clock in each classroom I went with a glare that could kill someone. Nervously stretch my hands throughout class. Eat my lunch with no care at all; hoping it could get my mind of what I wanted to do so badly after school. The seconds inched closer and closer until the final bell of the day rang. It rang so loud I thought I was hearing a joyous melody.

The crash landing had gone well.

If such a thing could go well at all, by any standards. However, Samus Aran had not been expecting to survive the reentry to Tallon IV, much less a multiple-G crash landing on the planet’s surface. Her ship had obviously been damaged in the massive explosion that consumed the Space Pirate ship in orbit. Her only question was how extensive the damage was. As her visor came back online, Samus could see rain drops hitting the surface of the visor.

“Shit,” Samus thought, “my ship must be a wreck.”