Pocket Dimension

"How about a game of chess?" Morty asked.

Liz looked around the tight blue fabric world. Light filtered in enough to remind her of a summer evening. She lounged at the base of the pocket that cradled her like a hammock, poking at the stretchy wall next to her. Her blonde hair covered her lint pillow.

"Naw, I think I'm good."

"You have been saying that for three months. Why won't you play with me?"

"Cause I have other things to do."

Morty looked around to make sure he wasn't missing something. "Like what?"

"Relaxing," she said, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.

"Don't you want to return to your family? To the real world?"

She shrugged. "Eh."

"Eh? Your family is worried sick. You probably lost your job by now. It won't be long before you are declared dead."

"That's ok."

Morty kicked the stretchy wall next to him and the entire room moved like a bounce house. Liz's whole body went with the flow.

"Oh yeah that's the stuff. Do that again," Liz said.

"If you play chess with me, I will."

"And ruin my vacation? I don't think so."

"Come on Liz. Please?"

"Nope."

Morty leaned against the wall and slumped down next to Liz. "Why don't you want to leave this place? There is literally nothing to do here."

Liz paused for a moment and sat up. "Life is too stressful. Expectations. Deadlines. Run here. Do that. All for what? To put some food on the table? Make my parents proud?"

"I didn't realize life bothered you so much."

"It doesn't. I just wanted a break is all. And I couldn't afford a real vacation, so this was a welcome surprise."

Morty pulled himself up by pinching the wall in his hand. He wobbled to stay upright for a moment.

"Well, you can stay here for as long as you would like."

"Really? And you will stop asking me to play that stupid game?"

"Stupid...game?" he muttered to himself, his eye twitching and mouth starting to foam.

"Morty? Are you ok?"

He shook himself out of his minor mental breakdown and smiled at her.

"Yes. As long as you like. But I will be taking off some of the comforts you have grown used to."

Morty snapped his fingers and nothing happened…to the pocket. Liz hugged her stomach, trying to muffle the loud gurgling sound. At the same time, a toot came from her butt and she pushed her hand firmly against her jeans. Her pants felt heavier and brown liquid leaked out her pant leg.

"What did you d–" she said, followed by a green stream of vomit that splashed against the wall.

"You haven't relieved yourself for three months. Naturally there are some side effects to that. Also…chess isn't a stupid game."