I lifted the nightly curfew on the RTC bus just long enough for a timestamp to squeeze through. 778333:3. I sighed. The noise from the party downstairs was bypassing all audio filters and manifested as rhythmical, physical jolts. Someone had invested in diabolical audio hardware. I reached over to the other side of the bed, gently tapping Miun on the back. “Any senseplugs left?” I whispered on the emerg frequency. Instead of an answer, I got a dissatisfied grumble and a flying box, which bounced off my head. For a few seconds I fumbled in the dark, then gave up and booted my eyes. Empty. I groaned. #microfiction #writing #tootfic #smallstories #inspiredbyreallife