I sit, hanging out by this black box of a machine.
Not the kind of person who likes killing time, yet somehow glued to this screen.
I hang out on Facebook, and my Skype window is open. I linger on these sites, while browsing and doing other “work” I need to get done online.
Bedtime comes, my local husband is away for the evening- and I feel alone.
I sit here; gazing, hoping, wondering. . . . dreaming. . .
I suddenly see this screen as a window and see myself poking my head through it – searching for someone I know and love an ocean away.
No one is online this evening, they are all busy living their lives and doing their things and I find myself longing to be overthere– with them.
My eyes grow heavy and my bed calls me, and I reluntctly give my channels of communication one last peek- still hoping to see that lone figure waving at me across the space and lines of Internet and catching a glimpse of their far away face through the dark pane of my computer screen window.
Nothing. . . time to go to bed.