Monday. 10:00 AM.
Leaning against a perfectly average wall. Observing. Waiting.
For what? Not sure. Might be you. Might be my best friend. Might be no one at all.
Now that I think about it, why am I waiting?
Something feels odd.
The air is thick. The birds sound wrong.
I've waited too long, I forgot the reason.
A phone rings. I could answer. I should answer.
But I rather don’t.
I like this spot.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Want to wait with me? It’s quiet here. Strange. But nice.