It’s just a shot glass, but even though Jake told himself that, it had no weight. Not as much as the fact that it was, without any doubt, not just any shot glass. It hurt to look at it, in his feet. He got pins and needles right up under his soles that worked on his toes in an aggravating way. Of all the things to have forgotten, Jake supposed a shot glass was normal. It was small, and fairly bland for a shot glass. They hardly drank at all to begin with.

Jake could still remember when he bought it. It had been one of those nights the two of them were frolicking about town. They may have gone to a souvenir shop, there were lots of those in the city. Even though it was for souvenirs the glasses on the shelf were undecorated. It was funny to his inebriated mind. That may have been why he bought an unremarkable glass for a remarkable person who never drank. 

From that day on it just sat there, unused in their cupboard. He would tease. He was always such a terrible tease, and filled it with whatever he was drinking at the time. Offering it, but never being taken up. Jake did it quite a lot, but he never gave it a sip, it was never meant for him. 

What else was no longer his? His clothes remained. His clear dishes with a  slightly floral design. His fridge stood the same as ever. Nothing else in the apartment was out of place. Every item he saw, searched for, was his. Jake never had the idea, faint or misremembered, that he had somehow stumbled upon someone else’s belongings. Only that little shot glass felt different. Radiating a pressure disordinate to its size. Even the cupboard it sat in faded into view as something that was also just his. 

It hurt to grab as the pins paraded up his leg and into his arm, down into each finger gripping the cold glass. Jake poured vodka into it, and somehow the image made his head spin. He took the medicine in one quick gulp and the pain went away. He felt good again. He was able to go on with his things in his cupboard. The shards it left behind in his fist, on the floor, in his feet, were no longer dry, unwanted, glass.