Nothingness

Sketch by Tonia Bonnell

I'm sitting here in my bedroom... In the middle of my bed and waiting for someone to come and talk to me. No sound except for my noisy old Laptop can be heard. It is an annoying sound. Six more days and then I'm flying back. Somehow I'm not liking it here anymore. I want to go home. It has been four months now. I dont know what I am waiting for. Why is there a countdown? A countdown to what? A merrier future?