[ WP ] You live in a world where gravity is a paid service , and you forget to pay your bill on time

*Goddamit! * Why did I choose to eat cereal for dinner today. As goblets of almond milk seep into my hair and eyebrows I close my eyes and reflect on the poor, poor particular decision to postpone something as vital as the gravity bill. 
 
 Sure, some people would intentionally throw float parties where a bunch of people pack into a room and slingshot candy and nerf darts at each other. We just all made sure we did n't have to go to the bathroom and seal all the water fixtures. Or get too drunk. 
 
 But now, now? Why now. I breaststroke through the Cheerios, letting the rest of my clothes get covered in milk as well. My phone is barely lifting off the stand and I did one stroke too many and bump my head into the wall when I clutched the phone. *Goddamit! * 
 
 Rubbing my head and calling the Department of Gravitational Regulation, I roll belly up as this is the most comforting position when you're floating two feet above the dog. 
 
 `` Hello? Can I speak to-'' *buzz* `` You have reached the Department of Gravitational Regulation and Services. *Frheis thae roesn rh thkjse tkjsdkj jktejkdjd Gravitational Rejkdjif akn Sokwjnm. Rjfssfj! 5! jfkldsjf fdjdksf. [ Press 5 for Hayleon ] * 
 
 I tap my foot against nothing and realize how stupid that is. I cross my arms and then realize that causes me to spin. *sigh* 
 
 *buzz* `` For water, fire, and waste containment please press 1. For Internal organ reorganization during open surgery please press 2.'' 
 
 Okay, so maybe this is n't the worst thing in the world. 

