NEW CASTLE —
Leave me alone.
The phone is ringing with that new annoying ring tone I thought was so clever. “Ping ... Ping ...” goes my computer as two more people message me on Facebook. I just checked all four of my email accounts and everybody seems to want something and, of course, they need it now.
Work called and I have to go in early, and my mother just beeped in on the other line as I notice the note on the front door from the neighbor and the pile of mail in the box.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly as I slump down into the recliner with my phone in my hand. I sink deeper into the chair, release my grasp on my phone and let it fall to the floor. The impact resonates through the entire house as I mutter, “Just leave me alone.”
Silence permeates the house. I sit motionless with a warm ray of sun falling across my face. The sun has captured some minute dust particles in its glow, causing them to shimmer as they hover in the warm spring air.
The locomotive that is my mind has suddenly geared down to a snail’s pace in some type of euphoric slow motion. The outside world has disappeared and the stress, duties, and responsibilities that accompany it have melted away. I swear, I can hear the far-off sounds of some meditative chants further soothing my aggravated soul.
I have become one with the chair and feel like I'm floating in space. Time has all but stopped and the world has become a beautiful place of peace, contentment, and joy.
Then, suddenly, piercing the silence, my new ring tone barks at me, immediately ending my brief moment of solace. As quickly as it began, it is over.
Besides, it's been a whole 90 seconds and I have to check my email and Facebook again.
NEW CASTLE —
Leave me alone.
- Josh Drespling
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