Worrying that her curse would trigger upon her name being spoken, Jen walked to an empty space in the middle of the living room, an arm's length away from any of the appliances in the room. Just then, her phone rang, and she reflexively picked it up with the greeting:
"Hey these Surmos, how's your day been?"
"It's been well lately, what about you Jen?" replied her friend Surmos.
"That's great, do you have the ticket for next week's theatre play?" Jen questioned, oblivious to the fact that she was merged with the wooden floor she was just standing on.
"Just bought them, see you next Sunday," and the phone hung up.
As Jen intuitively tried to insert the phone back into her pocket, she heard it strike against the floor. She looked down, and the truth struck her like a meteor: she had merged with her house, with the wooden floor that she stood on moments ago being below her waist.
Jen panicked, and tried to move, but to no avail. All that she could do was stretch her upper body; it was fixed to the floor. Just then, the wind knocked over a glass of orange juice set on the counter, spilling the juice all over the floor. Jen felt the juice seep into the hardwood, but she was powerless to do anything about it. Better wait for someone to come mop the floor, she hoped