[ WP ] A lone silhouette on a cliff . A blank face in a crowd . A single figure floating through the void . Write me a story of loneliness .

I wake up to the alarm on my phone. Go to the bath room, have a smoke while I take my morning shit. Hop in the shower, brush my teeth. Get dressed for work and head out the door. 
 
 Walk into the store, pass the woman in receiving, pass the other department manager. No hello, no good morning. Walk into my office and fire up my computer. Check my emails, finish the quotes I was working on yesterday. 
 
 Other employees file in, pass my office, having chipper conversations. They talk about their weekend, their family, their plans for the day. Joking and laughing, their connections cut through me. 
 
 I come out from my office and head out to the sales floor. Discuss my business for the day. Distant politeness and barely restrained contempt show on their faces, come through in their voices. I retreat to my office. 
 
 The woman I share and office with comes in. I greet her, ask about her morning. I get a blank stare and short, curt answers. I give up and retreat within myself. 
 
 The phone rings and I answer. A call for service on a machine. I take the details, grab my gear and head towards the door. I tell the receptionist I will be gone for a while, she just grunts and goes back to her work. 
 
 On my way to the call, I stop at the 7-11 to grab a Red Bull and some smokes. Try to make small talk with the cashier, but she is all work, hurrying me through the transaction even though I am the sole customer. 
 
 I arrive at the office of the client and fix the machine. The secretary signs the work ticket, barely looking up at me. 
 
 Lunchtime and I head to the park. Sit on a bench alone, watching people as I slowly chew my sandwich. They move about their day, in pairs and groups, some alone, but all seemingly connected. I wonder how that feels. 
 
 Return to the office and finish my work. Browse the internet for an hour until it is time to go home. I say my goodbyes to my coworkers, but I ca n't even tell if they heard me. 
 
 I get home to my apartment and turn on the television. Pop my dinner in the microwave and pour myself a glass of whiskey. 
 
 My cell phone rings. My heart starts racing, excited for a break in the monotony of my life. I answer and a robotic voice on the other end offers me a great deal on a new cable package. I hang up. 
 
 I grab my dinner and drink, park myself in front of the television and wait until it is late enough to go to sleep. I make it through the bottle of whiskey and stumble into bed. 
 
 Another day down. 
 

