Diary Drabble: Move

It had been over an hour since they’d finished dinner; still they couldn’t move. It wasn’t necessarily just for the amount of food they’d eaten, but what they’d had. Their tummies were full of so much air that they were bloated. Like limb-shaped balloons waiting to be popped or to take off.

“Want a drink?” Nick asked, trying to roll forward but still completely wedged in his corner of the couch.

“I don’t think I’ve room. Or that I can even get to the kitchen,” Mark replied, bracing his hands...