There Were Better Times

I'm so bored with the world. It wasn't always this way. I remember days that I would get out of bed because I knew lying there was a waste. I'd run out and discover something new. I'd go downtown and have breakfast, stop and see people I knew, afterward head to midtown.

I could spend hours there in midtown because my best friend Camille lived there. A wonderful artist, always experimenting with new elements. If anyone pushed the envelope it was Camille. We would go to the museum where we would spend hours. I loved listening to her talk about the French Impressionists, who she loved but would never emulate. Camille's style took art four steps past modernism.

After the museum, we would go to our favorite boutique market and buy just the right amount of food for a picnic. We did this every week, twice a week. My day always ended at the beach where I would walk along the shore and think about how great life was. That was until that afternoon three years ago. When THEY came. The world has never been the same.

We didn't see them coming, hell we don't even know how they got here. Ever since then I stand at this same window with a gun that I took off a dead defender. I don't sleep much, some nights not at all. I wait, but I don't know why. Maybe just to stay alive. Camille is gone, I think. There are no phones, no way to communicate. THEY control everything. 

All I know is this is not the same world I remember. I'm so bored with the world.