Megan Williams

29 February 2017

There is something different about waiting for the last eastbound bus at 11 at night. It’s hard to explain other than this weird sort of calmness where even in the summer the air feels cooler, almost a little chilly, and on the rare occasion there is this eerie feeling that I am being watched regardless of the circumstances. Tonight I finished my shift at the warehouse a little early, so I have some time to kill before the bus comes. I would like to say it’s a nice change of pace to not have to rush to the bus stop, but now I am left with nothing to pass the time but my phone and my thoughts. Let me say social media has been dismal at best lately and my five lives on Candy Crush are over sooner than I know it. Nothing entertaining enough on Facebook, nothing new on twitter, nothing fresh on instagram, and I lost all my lives on candy crush, leaving me with just my thoughts per usual. Tonight I can’t help but fantasize about the day I will own my first car. I hope it is as liberating as I want it to be, all my friends complain about car insurance and gas prices, but I feel like they are just taking it for granted. Being at the mercy of other people really sucks, and honestly gas and car insurance feels like a small price to pay for the ability to do things on my time. It only makes me wish to win the lottery that much more. The bus pulls up and my thoughts of winning the lottery or buying a car are left behind at the bus stop as the bus rolls toward home.