in the back of my mind i am waiting for one phone call.

i'm on the closest bench reading, trying to at least... this constant breeze is a cause for distraction. i cant seem to get through one sentence with out being interrupted by small pink petals falling from the tree above me as they tickle my arm and decorate my hair. my legs are crossed onto a chair and i catch myself staring at the shadows dancing on them. in the corners of my eyes there is motion in all directions and a tiny red spider ventures through my arm hair...now i feel itchy.