Bored

I'm bored.  I'm home alone again, nothing to do, nothing to look forward to.  Just bored all the time. 

I've been sitting here on the couch staring at the walls for ages.  The walls are beige.  The sun shining through the window leaves a line that, oh so slowly, crawls across their pale skin. 

The walls are still beige. 

The TVs on and I stare idly at that for a while.  God, it's bloody tennis again.  I watch the ball being knocked back and forth for a bit but it's just not the same. 

Perhaps I'm hungry, yeah that's it; I must be hungry.  A good feed will sort me out, set me up for the afternoon.  I lever myself, stretching, off the sofa and go to see what's around to eat.  I eat - same old, same old.  I drink - same old, same old.  I go back to the sofa and sigh wearily as I flop back down and resume staring at the bloody beige walls again. 

They refuse to do anything interesting so I get up and go outside.

I have a look around the garden.  No doubt about it, it's a beautiful day to be bored on.  Somehow that doesn't help much.  I go back inside.  Just for fun I go back outside.  Nothing's changed.  I go back inside.

I know what the trouble is, why I'm so bored, I miss my family.  I know she has to go to work, earn a living, enable us to survive.  I wish I could help her, do something useful, but there are no jobs for me.  So while she's away I just hang around the house. Being bored.   

God, beige is such a stupid colour for a wall. 

Even though I know she only left for work as the sun was coming up, and the line on the stupid beige wall shows that the sun hasn't finished it's dawdling passage across the sky yet, to me it feels like she has been gone for days. 

Still bored.

Still.

Bored.

Still.

At last I hear a car pull up outside.  I rush to the window.  It's her! It's her! It's her! She's home!  I sit back on the sofa and try to pretend that I haven't really missed her, but as soon as she opens the door she knows the truth.  I give up all pretence and rush to her.  She hugs me.  I kiss her.  She takes off her coat and changes her shoes.

‘Come on' she says, ‘walkies'

I am so happy.