window

A window. That’s how it began. Nothing more then a peephole. Not even a peephole. A two-millimeter bit of black nearly in the middle of an office; in the middle of the day; in the middle of a city; in the center of a continent that sat directly between the poles of the planet.
An oversized man to its left was first to see it. He began to reach for it but before he could even raise his arm he mentally blocking it thanks to an early childhood filled with comments from an uncaring father about how, “There is no Santa, or Easter Bunny or anything else unexpected or magical. So stop pretending and get a job.”
A small mousey man headed for the coffee pot saw it next floating in his way. He was convinced it was only a part of the hangover that was pounding its way through his body.
It proceeded to be seen and subconsciously ignored by nearly everyone in the office. That was fine with the window. It was there for one person.
She was right where she should be. She was neither tall nor short. Not fat or thin. Her hair was not straight or curly. She was the middle child of parents who were both middle children. She was directly in the middle of all the possible extremes in every way. Even the code of her DNA was evenly distributed with the four building blocks A, T, G and C.
She sat at a desk in a cubical, in the exact middle of this centrally located office. Her ponytail hung down the center of her back, inches from this ‘window’. Before the office was even ignoring it, she could feel it. It was just the raised hair on her neck at first.
She rubbed the back of her neck and as she did the window moved. Its movement was small and unnoticeable. Even so, it crept slowly toward her. After an hour of ignorable travel the window was as close to her skin as possible without touching. Then, suddenly, it touched her. The window blinked out of existence, its job was over its message delivered. She simply thought the guy across the aisle had flicked something at her again. She cursed him under her breath and that was the last she thought of it.
This is how it started.