Outside

[The Pizza Delivery Guy]

The last 1/3 was rushed. I wanted to get this out before I left.

 

 

Outside

 

 

So I just stare into the computer every day. That’s all I see are the collected pixels from all over the world. I don’t care about anything else when I’m sitting here. I just stare at the screen. Just then I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look slightly to the left and stare out the window four feet away from me. Nothing there. Blue sky, my backyard, it’s the same as ever. So boring. No wonder I just sit here every day.

 

Then I took another look. The deep blue sky staring down on me gives me the feeling that I’m being watched upon. Not in a bad way. I feel safer now actually. Wow. What a sky.

 

The grass out there is the greenest I’ve ever seen! I wonder how, I don’t take care of the yard. I guess it takes care of itself. I feel guilty. That serene scene right outside my house and I spend all my time in front of a computer screen. Maybe that’s what mom was always talking about.

 

No, no time to think about that now, there’s work to be done. No, there’s no work to be done. I’m just reading a blog written by some guy I’ve never met. Is that a cardinal? How majestic.

 

I stand up and walk to the window. So much life out there just passing me by. There’s a rabbit. I press my hand to the cold glass of the window. Wait, what was I thinking of? Why am I standing up? Oh well, stranger things have happened.

 

Click. Click. Click. That’s all I hear. Oh wait, there’s a bird chirp. There seems to be life outside today! I look out the window yet again. Why is it so gorgeous outside today? It’s the middle of winter, there should be meters of snow climbing the house. Blocking my view. Out the window.

 

There’s something about this window. What is it? It’s so clean. I never clean. Actually, taking a closer look, this window is more decorated than the others. In fact, this is the only decorated window in my whole house. Damn, what was I doing standing up again? The glass is so cold… so unforgiving. It doesn’t care about me being hold up in here every day. It doesn’t beckon me to the outside. It just sits there uselessly. It’s a window.

 

Why is my computer off? Why am I so off today? I need a little air. I’ll just open the window… what was I doing? Damn, I’m so forgetful. Whenever I touch this window I just forget everything. What was I talking about? I need some air.

 

I yank the window open. I don’t know why I did it. I’m instantly engulfed in the fumes. The paper begins to peel off the window and the façade is up. I see the beautiful background fly off as the scene changes. Now all I see outside is the charred remains of my once glorious backyard. The bombs fell about 2 miles from here, and yet MY yard gets burned to a crisp? Damn Commies.

 

It smells like sh*t out there. I yank the window shut. The fumes go away, but the image doesn’t. Now all I see is the truth. Our country had been bombed, and everyone had been killed. Except for me. I completely forgot. Speaking of which, why am I standing up? This window is so cold… DAMN! What happened out there? When did this happen to my yard? I run for the door, but the second I touch the handle… wait what was I saying. I see a note on the door.

 

“My dear husband, We were warned to leave the city, but you wouldn’t go. I decided it was best for the kids if I went with them. By the time you read this, we are probably gone and the bombs have fallen. I have changed your internet settings to always go to your favorite sites no matter what internet connection you have. The exits have changed too, you don’t need to worry about it. Your wife, Denise.”

 

Who was Denise? I have kids? They’re gone? Bombs fell!? I need to get out of here! As soon as I touch the doorknob… what was I saying?

 

I need to learn to be less forgetful. Wonder what’s going on online?