[ WP ] You go for a quick run to a convenience store and upon returning home you realize you 've been gone for a week .

There's something missing in here, I'm sure of it. I ca n't quite place it but its the same feeling I get when one of the trees on our avenue gets chopped down. I do n't quite know what it is or even if it's missing, maybe its just moved but somethings out of place.Fuck it, if I stop trying to figure it out it'll come to me in a second... 
 
 Ice cold coca-cola sooth me you delicious little sugary canister of joy. Aaaaaahhhhhhhh that. is. it. Do n't rightly care if the front doors missing after a gulp of that black gold, it stings against my throat because I inhaled it to fast but I care not, it is good. 
 
 I'm bored now, and as that boredom creeps over me I get to wondering again, whats wrong with this scene? Table, same, cupboard, same, couch, same, wall hangings, lamp, table, keys, that god awful photo of me and the family all the same as its ever been. What then, in the name of all that is sane in my head is telling me something's different? 
 
 DING, DONG 
 
 Thank you god for that, a distraction is exactly what I need. 
 
 `` Mr. Rutheridge?'' 
 
 `` That'd be me'' 
 
 `` Sign here please'' 
 
 `` Mmm.. okay, what's this?'' 
 
 `` A delivery'' 
 
 `` Oh right yeah got that, just was n't expecting one today'' 
 
 `` Have a nice day sir'' 
 
 `` You too..'' 
 
 What is this then, a distraction within a distraction? Bike tape!? yellow bike tape?? I swear I only just ordered this two minutes ago... That's fast, like really fast, like way too fast. Either the age of technology has taken a ridiculous understanding of the term speedy service or this was delivered to the wrong address. 
 `` 110 belmont street mr. Rutheridge'' 
 
 I'm scared, things should not be this quick, how will i even look forward to anything I ever order again if it arrives before I even have time to remember I ordered it! I got ta check who sent this... Flip, click, pop and I'll have a little check on the book before I settle down to anything else. Boring, boring, boring, but that same feeling is creeping up my back again.. this is all new.. The whole feed is brand new, not one story, post or boring photo that I stared at earlier, that rarely happens. Hold on there a moment Gar's in Amsterdam!? that was n't till next monday. What is going on, why, what, I do n't understand. 
 
 And suddenly, that feeling that had been slowly making its way up my spine gushes forward as my the dam in my bewildered head breaks and coming forth is a realisation. What can not be true, would seem to be true. It's next week. The world has skipped a beat the size of a week and I have been absent. My life, that is so precious, finite and fragile has been robbed of a whole 7 days. 7 days I could ripped apart the seams of this house and built a mansion in its stead. 7 days I could of pillaged my bank account and travelled the world and back. 7 days I woulda finally worked up the courage and taken that leap of faith and we would happy together by now, curled up in bed. 7, whole, days. 
 
 Click, pop, flip, 
 
 My bike's gunna loook siiick with that new tape. 

