Victoria Day save me!


I open my eyes, I just let them close for a moment and now I’m not sure where I am.  All the walls look the same.  The seat I’m in feels like hundreds before it.  I look at the time, 2:15.  A glance at the calendar, maybe that will help.  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, it all means the same to me.

All I know is that today the bills will come and tomorrow I get paid.  Am I looking forward to next week or reliving the last?  Time seems to be moving forward but everything seems to stay the same.  Wasn’t this the place where I was before?  The same computer with the blinking light, the generic stapler, nothing lets me know where I am.  Maybe I should change a picture, the notepad looks a little thinner.  I know this isn’t the same day as yesterday, do I?  The cleaners don’t even let the items collect dust.  The trash can is always empty, the phone always wiped.  It’ll be like that tomorrow, and the next, unless it was like that already or I could be in weeks past.  Vending machines and manila folders, weathered conversations of withered subjects, neutral colors, neutral walls, neutral personalities, nothing to tell me where I am.  There’s got to be a sign, a clue, a change, something to let me know that this just isn’t all the same. 

Wait, Victoria Day is next week, something to look forward to.

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