No Mail

 

     “No mail,” I say to myself, staring irksomely at the white delineation that is my computer screen. My very favorite CD has just fallen to the floor, and I don’t move it from the top of my foot; it feels good there. Soon the entire shelf’s contents are on the floor. Though I don’t know where I’m going with anything, I always try to enjoy it.

     The sky has weakened, and electricity is growing gallingly useful as the day comes to an end. I still don’t know where to go as I sit at the muddled desk, a bowl of Pops in front of me as I remember my favorite line from the book I’ve closed not 8minutes ago. My eyes almost close for a moment when I let myself fall toward what I know my sub consciousness wants to drown in, but I know that I can’t “hold on” for too long. I surely hope to remember how to forget.

     I can’t remember what day it is, and I don’t say I’d find it necessary. I’d heard that personality can trap you, and that the day’s possibilities are drowned when you know that you have to follow guidelines. So I don’t. Unfortunately, such actions can make one a tad lonely, can make one repeatedly recite numerous Harry Potter lines in one’s head. Still, even the handsomest of people, real or fictional, drive me to insanity, make me realize how isolated I truly am. I forget the sound of my voice sometimes. I think that says something.

     I’ve glanced back at the screen one last time, and the screen still shines white in bareness. The desk has gathered some wax from my prior encounter with candles, and I play with it meaninglessly. My canine companion has rearranged himself on my rug, my eyelids falling too heavy to remain open. The bulk of my hair falls in clumps onto the desk, and I leave it there, thinking about my inability to let go. The clouds outside have just turned purple, the sun deep beneath a sea of green as it ticks itself away from this sorry region. The blackness is too much…

     “You’ve got mail,” a sham-of-a-voice echoes in my dead-quiet room, connecting me to something other than that of my mind. I suddenly remember that I am human, that I have hands and technology, and crummy selfish items everywhere, that I am whole and that someone has remembered that I exist as well. All of this excites me a bit, might I admit. All-the-same, my eyes are filled with translucent reflections. The reminder sounded again, this time with a series of clicks, making all of the angry, pretend people in my mind end conversation. I am human again. I’m wondering if it could be what or from whom I wish, if maybe there is a wormhole to loneliness. I wonder if they have forgotten me. With but a click, the computer monitor could reveal the largest of dreams, the hugest of hopes, all coming true, though it is but a simple “hello” that has been brought to me today. Still, I beam up in the stale light, the only light of the room. The beeps sound again, reminding me to click one last time, as if to say, “someone has remembered you, someone is calling you back to the world.” The final click is done, and as the bars load at the bottom of the screen, the message appears, my excitement an explosion before the first words are read. It says,

 

“Don’t forget to brush and floss twice daily!!”   

-A message from the office at Lone Pine Dentistry

 

Author's Note

this has truth, a lot of truth.

Reviews

[J.P.O.et]

Like a peek into the inner workings of the sub-concious during the all revealing techno mail call.

'I forget the sound of my voice sometimes. I think that says something.'

This is absolutely so clever and I am just struck by that line and all the ironic complexities.
Really enjoyed the 4th paragraph and the 'purple clouds' ushering in the 'blackness'.
Then the last par. was just perfect with the 'wormhole to loneliness' and 'I wonder if they have forgotten me.'
This is def diff from previous of your work cause it seems to wrap right up into a tidy package
for the reader with the clever and sarcastic ending. This is very well done and a great bit of vulnerability
to this piece. I commend you.

J.P.O.et

[Broken.]

Hey I SO reviewed this!! What happened to my review??
You must hate me don't you :[[[
Well as you know I DID read it and it made me smirk because I know how nonfiction this is :D

[Anima Inspired]

This was very sad...funny, because you have a quick witt, but very sad. I enjoy the way that you write...the realism that is mixed with the clever little tid-bits that make things interesting. I've done this before...sat in front of my computer screen for hours waiting for that happy little piece of mail, only to find junk from the "nameless ones".

Great ending...you had me laughing there. Nicely written, very enjoyable!