Watevs...

death.

Last night, I don’t know what time, but while we were both asleep, my lover died. I woke up and straight away noticed it was eerily quiet. I looked to her to ask the time and just couldn’t wake her. She just stared blankly back at me. NO! I cried, please god let her live! But she was gone. I looked at my computer screen, it was 8:54 am, 6 minutes before my bus came. Usually she wakes me up in time, but not today. Today she had failed. I know she would’ve been sorry, had she had the energy to be, and so I couldn’t be mad at her. Besides, I had no time to be mad, or to be sorry, or aggrieved, or mournful. To make it all worse, this was a special day. The last thing I’d thought about before sleeping was how I needed to put in extra effort in the morning because I was going out after work and wanted to look good. But now I had no time to get ready. I’d slept an extra half hour, and for that I was extraordinarily energetic. Funny, one of us runs out of energy, the other gains it. I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how the universe works, just shared energy. Maybe for every bit of energy I don’t use, someone or something else gains it? Who knows. But there was no time to wonder about that, I was running late. No time for a shower today, I used extra cologne instead. If only I could fold time and travel back twenty minutes, I could rush a shower and sort out some clean clothing…. But I can’t fold time. No one can. The only folds I had were in my shirts; I had to put on a dirty one because all my clean ones were creased and I didn’t have time for ironing. I supressed my exasperation, I didn’t have time for irony either. I had no time. I was alone, without my phone.

Running to the bus I had no idea if I was running late or not, she usually keeps track of time for me.

“Machines broken today,” said the bus driver.

“I know,” I said.

Fin.