While I Wait

I sit waiting in line like everyone else. I look around at other people. The young guy in the corner is still accept for glancing at his phone and writing a text message about once every five minutes. A child plays and tried to get attention by jumping off and on the seats near to her parents. An adult women starts to talk to the child because she is reminded of her own. The child calms down after she is noticed.

It would be usual for people to be focused on there phones, reading emails, surfing the web or writing messages but this day like many others, they all seem to be at peace with just waiting.

I have looked at the man in the corner and studied his behavior, I was entertained by the child playing for a while, I stared at the old woman, making stories in my head about where she came from and now I count all others before me and imagine excuses why I should go before them. I can't sit still, my leg vibrates in a beat. My bum starts to hurt from the hard seat so I move into another position. My back gets sore and my leg falls asleep from the other one perching itself on it so I reverse. Within seconds I reverse back and slump myself into the chair in hopes of comfort.

I don't find comfort in the chair I'm sitting in so I try and think of other things that would occupy my mind but all I can think of is how I don't want to be here and how are they able to sit and wait so peacefully.