A/N: I look at my profile and wonder just what happened to few and sporadic. This is my third 'story' in two days! I'm surprised at myself. Oh the powers of WriteOrDie.

I'm not sure how long it took me this time. Oh well. Hooray for nonsensical titles! And nonsensical fiction, too.


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It was raining. That was the first thought in his head when he woke up. And indeed, rain was falling. The clouds were grey, and barely any sunlight made its way through the thick layer of water vapor. It almost looked like it was almost evening. A quick glance at the clock told him that it wasn't so. The neon green light displayed that it was not even noon yet.

The rain puzzled him. The weather report had said that today was supposed to be a sunny day, and yet one look outside would prove that claim wrong. So why was it raining? Granted, weather reports were not the most credible things, but there were times when they would get it right. Maybe he had been remembering a report for another day.

But no, that couldn't be right either. He could clearly remember watching the weather man give his report last night. He had been sipping his coffee, disinterestedly following the man's words his cat had suddenly jumped onto the sofa from behind. it had startled him, which in turn made him spill his drink on his lap. It was only after he'd gotten over the searing pain that he'd heard the weather man say that today would be a sunny day, with no clouds in sight. So he couldn't have been mistaken about that. He could still hear the man say it at the back of his head. 'For the capital, the weather on July xx, year 20xx will be sunny.' Or something along that line.

He rubbed his face with a sigh. What was he doing, pondering on the weather like this? He felt like he was going senile. He had to go to work. If he dawdled any longer, he could get to work late. He couldn't afford that; he had come in late for too much the past few months. He had already gotten a warning from his boss. Just a little more and he would be out of a job.

He prepared himself for work with a groan, not feeling at all like leaving his apartment. The weather had gotten his mood down, and he just felt like staying in and sleep. But he couldn't do that, he knew. He'd just get his ears chewed off by his boss the next day. He put his shoes on with a grimace at that thought. He figured that, even if he did get to work early, his boss would still prattle at him. That man just loved getting him riled up for no apparent reason.

It was with waning patience that he stood in front of the elevator doors. He had been waiting for quite a while now, almost on five minutes. Why was the lift so slow? He looked at the doors with a grumble, and then took a surprised step back. On the door, which he was sure was completely blank when he'd gotten there, was a piece of paper that simply read 'OUT OF ORDER' in bold, black ink. He was taken aback. He KNEW that the paper wasn't there before. So how had that gotten there? No one had come to place it there, that was for sure. Not only that, but the lights that indicated that the elevator was perfectly functional was on then. Now, the display was blank.

With one last incredulous look at the elevator doors, he turned and took that stairs instead. When he got to the first floor, a familiar dinging sound alerted him. He looked up in time to see the elevator doors- the exact same one that led to his floor- open to let a mother and her lively daughter out. Needless to say, he was shocked. The notice had said, quite clearly, that the elevator was out of order. How had the mother and her daughter been able to use it? If he could remember correctly, they were quite a lot of floors above his. Surely the elevator would have stopped at his floor after they'd gotten in. Which reminded him that they shouldn't have been able to in the first place, since it was out of order.

Troubled, he made his way to the help desk to ask why the elevator was supposedly not functioning. The woman behind the desk gave him a strange look and told him slowly, as if he were impaired of hearing, that the elevators had no problem at all. He frowned and decided not to push it further. Maybe he was lacking sleep, or too stressed. With a nod of thanks at the woman, he turned to walk out the glass doors of the building.

Once outside, he stopped. Now this was just ridiculous! Because the streets, which should have been wet from the rain, were completely dry. The sun beat down on him, as if to further emphasize the lack of rain. He took a step forward, and then stopped again. He looked down, and was completely shocked at what he saw. He was sure he had put shoes on. But now, all he had to cover his feet were his flimsy pair of slippers.