Knob

You wait for the phone to ring. In the meantime, you're humming a tune to pass the time. It doesn't ring.

You sit on the couch, watch some inane TV shows, and hope for the car horn to honk outside your gate. You can only hear the dogs barking.

You check your mobile for SMS messages. Greeting-card messages. Delete.

Finally you try to sleep, you think of happy thoughts, you imagine Julie Andrews singing "The hills are alive..." while dancing in the meadows, and force yourself to dream of being up in the clouds floating and cruising towards a fading horizon. It doesn't come, you can't even remember a thing.

And then you take a shower, and you notice that there's something wrong with the knob.