The time was ticking by so slowly, like a melting block of cheese in a microwave oven.  Actually, I was only hungry, so a melting block of cheese would have been a welcome thing.  My head was starting to hurt, as second after second of waiting for the next minute to come be the next hour... wait.  Owww.

Okay.  I’ll continue.  The time was ticking by so....  Wait.  I’ll skip ahead.  My shoulders were numb from doing nothing but carrying my head, which sucks because without that kind of support, I would look pretty stupid.  But my shoulders were tired, whining and coughing, sneezing all over my chest.  It was rude but I let it pass, after all, I didn’t want my head to be hanging like a wet rag while I stood up.  But I was oh so tired.  Sleepy.  Oh sooooo sleeeeeeppppp.

Oh sorry.  Okay, okay, where was I?  Asleep, thank you very much.  The time was...... alright.  I was waiting for her to arrive, only because she was worth waiting for, and she said she would be here.  So I’m here, waiting and holding my head up with my hands.  What of it?  So I look pretty dumb, waiting, hungry, disappointed and broken-hearted.  She said she’d be here, looking for me.  There isn’t anything else I can possibly do.  Nothing else.  This is what I live for, she’s the kind of person you wait for, over and over again.  This is what I want.  Hungry, sad, jaded, and numb, but this is what I want.  The time ticks by so slowly, as I will it to freeze, because I know she’ll come because she’s looking for me and I want her to find me.  I just need to give her some more time.  That’s all, some more time.  She’ll be here, but only if she has more time....

oh but if I could only think of some new thing to my mind on, but there is nothing there.  Except the waiting and the hunger.  I close my eyes and see very clearly, I see an image so scary and true it makes me laugh and cry.  I see me lying on a table, head rested in my arms, dying of waiting for her.