Late Gift

Opened a present yesterday in front of the telly. It was sent to me from another country. It was a planner for the year. I looked at it. It had loads of blank pages, with lines defining where a day or week ends and different colours for each month. It had a pristine cover with prints of great works of art. The boxes representing 365 days were totally bare and white. It showed national holidays and important events. A whole year in the palm of my hand. All naked and waiting to be dressed.

I picked up a pen, but couldn't write anything. The telly was showing another episode of Scrubs. Repeated of course. I then realised that I had nothing to write. Nothing to do for the whole year. No plans for the next 52 weeks of my life.

I put down the pen and closed my planner. I wanted to watch Scrubs but couldn't. The ads were on. Then I laughed out loud though I was alone and heard the sounds bounce off my four walls and create an ever decreasing echo. Then silence.