Jeffery's Office

Leaning his back against his closed office door, Jeffery sighed. What a lucky morning. Sure, traffic had been bad, sure he was behind on his quarterly reports, sure he'd missed an appointment due to an intranet email issue, but that issue had let him talk to Alex Alexander. That was so, like, amazing!

Before a few minutes ago, Jeffery had never realized how much of his day was spent thinking about Alex, most likely because until a few minutes ago, Jeffery's reality hadn't been altered. He had been career driven, almost obsessively so. Jeffery had foregone idiotic things like a wife, kids. Instead, he had his eye on the prize. One day he would run this company, or a company like it. He wanted the big desk, the big salary. He wanted it all.

Although if you were to ask the new Jeffery about all this, the Jeffery who had stepped on a reality crack, the one who is being redrawn on the canvas of the universe, he would look at you like you were crazy.

He sighed again, feeling the hole in his heart left by Alex's absence, and decided to get to work. He loved work. He had plenty of it to do, after all. Almost skipping across the small office, he hummed a pretty song he had heard on pop radio that morning, excited to get to his tasks. Grabbing a hair tie from his pocket, he pulled his long auburn hair into a pony tail and looked down at his desk. It was laundry day!

Taking a deep breath, enjoying the scent of freshly washed clothes, he pulled out a yellow blouse, one of his favourites, and began to fold next to the hamper. Each garment, each fold, reminded him how much he loved his job. Pulling out a pair of Alex's boxers, he smiled. How lucky to be able to be so close to something that got even closer to that dreamboat. He folded it, placing it on its own pile, next to Jeffery's own clothes, allowing himself to daydream about a day that could come one day, a day where sharing a laundry hamper wasn't the only thing the two shared.