Danielle Carey

The Park Bench

As I sit down on the same faded, rusted green park bench I always sit at, and open my lunchbox, even though I packed it myself this morning, I still hope something else has miraculously found its way into the box. I’m bored. I’m bored with my job, I’m bored with myself, I’m bored with the same lunch, every day. Alas, white bread, tuna, and cheese are all I find. Ugh, I think, I disappoint myself. Not even my lunches are spontaneous anymore. I look down and realize even my clothes are boring - jeans and a white top - wow, somebody stop me!