A Cosmic Tap On The Shoulder

It's been a week since I've been spending evenings in my room with a busted light. I'm not really in any hurry to fix it up. Sometimes even, I like it this way. Staring for hours on end in silence in front of lappie's warm light. It's calming, and it helps me think about things in crisp, clear perspectives. I feel I could even start writing again.

The other night, it was kind of odd. It was a normal evening in all aspects, quiet without being too overwhelming, and dark without being too creepy. I've been having problems with my modem so I decided not to bother going online anymore. I opened up Microsoft Word and tried to get into my zone.

It wasn't until around two hours or so when I realized I've been staring at the telephone the whole time.

"Who are you waiting for, Podi?" it said, it smiled, and, after a few heartbeats, it rang.