The Waiting Object
by Maai
· 01/03/2026
Published 01/03/2026 13:37
It sits in your pocket like a stone
that might speak.
You've checked it seventeen times.
Your thumb knows the pattern—
unlock, messages, the nothing that's there.
Once the screen came alive on its own.
A calendar reminder: dentist appointment, 2 PM.
Your heart fell straight through the floor.
You put it back down.
The weight of it changes
depending on whether you're listening for it.
Right now it's heavy as a brick.
Right now it's the heaviest thing you own.
The light stays off.
The silence stays on.
You keep reaching anyway.