the boots by the door

It rained last night. Just enough to make the road smell wet. I did not go out. I sat on the bed and looked at my boots by the door. The UV torch is still on the bench. The battery is half flat. I keep telling myself I will charge it later. I do not charge it.

I drank two coffees. I read three emails from the lab. They want more. I did not reply yet. The boxes in the spare room are quiet. Scorpions do not make noise. That is one of the things I like about them.

My phone buzzed. I thought it might be him. It was not. Good. Bad. I do not know which.

I thought about the degree I quit. Just for a second. Then I put the kettle on again and thought about nothing.

I should text her back. I will not. I will drive out tomorrow instead. It is easier to drive than to text.