Yet I’m sitting next to my phone. Not sitting there with my phone near me as if that position is usual for it which it isn’t, normally that technological soul sucking little beast is left forgotten in the bottom of my bag only checked once a week.
It’s sitting beside me. Taunting me with its silence. Hissing “no new texts, no calls.”
I want to kill it.
Drown it in a sink of bleach, throw it onto the back deck to fry in the sun and then attack the demon head on with a hammer through the screen.
Problem: it’s a Nokia.
Plus it isn’t the phone’s fault.
I’m the one waiting for a response, to have some sort of conversation with a boy I haven’t seen for over a week even though he mentioned meeting up for coffee but he worked and hasn’t mentioned it since and I won’t have any opportunity to see him for the next couple of weeks which brings me back to waiting, again.
He did ask me to wait for him.
Which I will.
But I need to do something, find a new project. Beta is almost published and so it won’t be in need of my attention for much longer. Perhaps I should go into my writing wardrobe and see what’s in there. Anything to get me away from my phone and back to do something I’m passionate about.
He’ll call... I think. But he’s going to have to work around my schedule.