The sun is shining brilliantly on my face in the morning as I try to fall asleep. I really don't want to get out of bed; I want to spend the entire day in bed, but the sun's rays are keeping me awake.

When I got up to properly close the window so I could go back to sleep, I discovered that my feet were sticking to the floor. I also touched the wall with my palm, and it was sticky. I stared, still trying to make sense of what was going on, and saw that my room had turned into a sticky house.

That's when I realized I had fallen asleep while doing a bubble gum experiment.

I now have to deal with the disaster that I made. Before I could think of the best course of action, I spent the entire morning crawling around the house.

Everything I touch sticks. Absolutely everything. At first, I thought it was a curse — one of those that no one sees, no one believes, but that messes with your daily life in silence. Any surface: sticky. Not even gold is exempt. haha

So, I turned it around and transformed my home into a kind of sensory aesthetic lab. The living room, for example, became my favorite experiment. I didn’t change the furniture because I like who they already are in my routine. I just gave them a makeover. Each piece gained a second skin: the computer desk now has a resin layer that reacts to my hand, as if it were breathing beneath my fingers. The bookshelf and the china cabinet are covered with a film that reflects the light in a nearly liquid way. As if everything was always newly touched, freshly alive.

Margot and Venus now wear little outfits made by me. Non-stick, of course.

My home office became an extension of my mind. Lights that turn on with the heat of my hands. A customized keyboard that understands my commands even when the keys refuse to let go of me.

And in the middle of all this, I started composing. I recorded the sounds of my touches: the tap of my hand on glass, the ploc of my fingers on resin, the chuap of getting off the sofa. I turned it all into music.

Anyone who enters my home can tell that everything seems to react to my presence. But they don’t know why. And I don’t explain it either. I just smile, run my hand across any surface, and let the stickiness do its part.

It was the early hours of the morning when I opened the store and put my foot on the floor I noticed that there was a sticky substance that invaded the whole area, as I walked on the sticky floor the cracking sound of the shoes was getting louder and louder, I felt more difficulty to take off the shoes to take the steps, it seemed that the soles were coming off.

I put my hands on my head in astonishment, as I found myself in the middle of the store surrounded by glue. It comes to my mind that this sticky substance is coming from the warehouse, as I had recently bought several glue sticks, indeed some of them must be broken.

With difficulty I get to the warehouse to check my theory, as a result two of the glue sticks were broken, that's why the floor was sticky.

Thank you! Thanks a lot

Good morning, first of all, congratulations to all participants.

I believe there was some error in the distribution of the prizes for the last Qurator's Mischievous Mondays event. I came in second and did not receive the 25% upvote. From what I could see, the other participants received the prizes in their feed posts. In my case, I did not receive them in the event comments or in the posts.

I apologize if I exaggerated in any way, but I am just letting you know what happened.

One morning on a fateful summer day, I had a small accident, i slipped on some mud on the ground and fell into a filthy stream. Wow, I smelled terrible. People didn't even try to help me, i had to get out on my own. After that, I fell ill for several weeks, my skin looked strange. The doctors said that only a miracle could save me. After weeks of pain and agony, my body began to overcome what was afflicting me. My skin began to heal and I miraculously recovered all my senses. I was alone at home, away from the eyes of others. I tried to get up and the damn sheet was sticking to my back. The more I tried to get it off, the more I got tangled up with everything sticking to my body. I immediately thought: what the hell is this? Imagined some wound on my back. Could it be that I'm still hurt and it's sticking to it. But the same thing happens to my hands and other parts of my body. After a fight with the sheets for almost 10 minutes, it was clear that I had lost and I tried to calm down. I started using logic as a solution, even though there was no logic to what had happened. I immediately remembered the Spider-Man movie: I had gained powers? I wanted to jump for joy, but logically I couldn't. I spent a few minutes trying out new skills, but nothing happened, i wanted at least a heat vision. It was just that, stick! The beginning was tense, but I started to adapt to my new skills. Life became something ordinary, wore clothes that covered most of my body to go out on the street. Every now and then I used the skill for some personal benefit or even to distract myself. Even today, newspapers wonder how the wall of a gigantic building became sticky. In short, my life became more fun. At home, everything is adapted to my skills. There are some personal items, such as gloves and modified chairs. Nothing too expensive, just items that increase my comfort. One of the coolest parts of my power is the intimate moments, something that for obvious reasons, I will leave anonymous, but one thing I can say, the power is brilliant. Yes, as time goes by I am developing my skills, I don't fully master it, but I am adapting to develop the level of stickiness, one of these days I managed to climb a wall, the fear that stopped me from going further.