My friend Cell: 01

I am so tired, gosh that was some day. I woke up this
morning feeling very spirited and pumped up like a boxer ready to defend my
world title. I ran into the bathroom then into my clothes and dashed for the
bus. It is half past seven and I am
half hour behind work, which starts at eight.
I jump into the bus,
packed as usual, I can’t stand it.
But after all everyone wants their paycheck everyone is after what I am after
but each go about it in a single crazy way. As the bus stopped and I dashed off.
I realized that something was missing, I felt empty and unclothed I felt like I
wanted to speak to someone but they are so far away.
Oh jeeps I left my phone. I ran off the bus and inside to tell my boss that I left my life at home
and had to go back for it. I rushed into my office and placed down my bag, but
then I had to pause because right there in front of me was my cell phone the
same stupid classy phone I was looking for. It was right there.
I must have left it like I said, but some how it seeeems,
work and home have interchanged places because now I thought I left my phone at
home and here it is staring at my face with a big grin stretched across its
screen. I was disturbed; it knew I never liked it when it behaved liked that,
because of our close connection I always wanted to have someone to talk to. So
I sat down and raised my hand and started wiping my face only to realize I had
been crying because tears were streaming down my face. “Don’t cry.” It said, “I
only wanted to see if you really cared.”
Ernie Doc