She watches the bottom right hand corner of her monitor.
She can’t see the seconds.
The minutes crawl painfully by.
From the clock, she averts her eyes, but caught the calender sitting on her desk instead.
Four whole weeks.
The month of October stretches out blank, white and empty.
Like a desert of snow, sucked out. Leaving hard, barren, frozen ground.
The wind whips up stranded whisps of powdery grit, and the vastness of the empty hollow looms.
Twenty-eight days of tortured anticipation awaits her.
She claws at her skin
and decides to write about it.
Point is, I’ve been fine all this time. Basically up until a certain precise minute last night, when I suddenly lost my mind, and in an instant became very bored of waiting, very eager to leave, and very antsy all at once.
To take my mind off it all, I decided to watch Jackass Number 2.
And I went to bed restless and unsatisfied.