Babysitting the Phone

It was the height of boredom, the lowest of spirits and the laziest of days that made me sit by my phone. Waiting for it to ring, to beep, to do anything. Just one beep, one sound I silently plead. 

Within, I brace myself, breath held willing for the phone to do something; anything. With the situation I found myself in, I was willing and ready to take anything-or so I thought-as self-validation, to show that I was important, I was loved, I was missed. That I was cherished and highly treasured.

So sat me by the phone all day.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Pleading.
Wishing.

“Ring, ring” cries the phone. This jerks me out of my thoughts - deep, deep thoughts. Finally, I crow with delight, feeling pleased with my wishing skills (my genie’s the best). It is with joy that I pick the call. But wait! Who calls? 

It’s a network call, advertising their decent call tariffs. I sigh and begin the long wait all over. At least, the phone did ring even if it was only my network provider trying to rip me off. Oh well, I was remembered I console myself.

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