He sipped his whiskey and listed to the sound of the party outside. A neighbor and a birthday party with parents and children laughing and playing. He stood and pulled the curtain back slightly and stole a glance at the beautiful day outside. It was perfect. Beautiful, warm and blue. He sat back down and finished the whiskey in his glass. He had no desire to go out there. Not today.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. She’d be calling any minute now. He’d fucked his day away. His precious day home. His one day of rest this weekend. Tomorrow’s plate was full, then the next day was another round of work fun. This was his day and he couldn’t even remember what the fuck he had done with it.
A shave and shower, he remembered that clearly. He'd managed to do something during the day. That and a walk that consisted of a few blocks before he returned home to avoid the heat and people. He had not even wanted to visit his usual haunts – too far and too many people between. He was supposed to be building models, watching movies and writing, but all efforts to motivate himself towards the activities failed just like the walk had.
A glance at the clock. Five-thirty.
Shit.
The party raged on next door. Children screamed and laughed as parents did whatever parents did at these occasions.
There was still time to do something. But now there was the pressure of picking the right thing.
Writing? Was he even in the mood?
The models that sat in his closet were an option. He knew he had five there to pick from, but he didn’t have the desire to do that either.
Again, shit.
He didn’t even have any friends he felt like talking to at the moment. Normal people would call friends to go shopping or hang out doing nothing with. He couldn't even manage that even though he knew that, if he simply picked up the phone, he'd be having fun with friends in minutes.
He didn’t feel like doing anything.
Nothing at all.
He stood up and stared out the window. He brought the glass to his lips and sipped at the amber liquid absently. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to drink, honestly, but it was the easiest thing to do at the moment.
That's when he spotted the little girl staring at him from over the fence. Her almond eyes were locked on his. Her mouth was a straight line. Blank and simple in it's absence of emotion.
“Hey kid. Not polite to stare,” he muttered as he sipped again.
She kept staring.
“Ok, creepy. Go back to th party.” He chuckled to himself. “Run along.”
Without changing the look she wore, she lifted her hand and waved slowly, then glanced back at the party before returning her blank mask of a face to him.
He waved back, but wasn't sure why.
With that, she dropped back off whatever she stood on to peer over the fence and was gone.
He sipped and felt like the day wasn't a total loss. He had made a new friend, after all.
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