Short Stories for fun

Glued | Story a day #33

I woke up glued to the top of the ceiling, with no recollection of how I got here.

That was some deep sleep, the best sleep of my life in fact. If not for the fact that I'm upside down right now I would totally put it right up there as a #3 all time great experience of my life.

But enough wishwash, I see my lightsaber at the ground and I need to get it from up here so I could make my quick escape. Whoever took me in must have mistaken my weapon for just regular gadget. I used the force to get it off the ground, grab it and cut off the glue, but my training wasn't sufficient enough for this act. 

I ended up chopping my own two feet. And the glue from the ceiling melted from the heat of the lightsaber that it was now in liquid form, falling alongside me to the ground.

Now I'm glued to the floor with no feet.