A short piece written for Tinkerspace Theatre‘s Headline Monologues event last Saturday.
<<huff>> I am so tired.
It’s cold, and it’s dusty, and I just don’t have the energy to get up and clean. I really should. I mean, it’s been, like, eight months. But man, I just feel drained, like I’ve been here for fifteen years.
Haven’t heard from my sister for quite a tick either. Aren’t twins supposed to be close? We should be close… the two of us, a couple of bouncing babies who no one thought were going to make it past the first few months. But we sure showed them, didn’t we? Maybe it’s because she’s older? She was a real tomboy, always digging in the sand and doing her “experiments”. We were so tight for a while, but then she started kind of drifting away. Or maybe I did… it’s hard to remember now. I should have written some of this down. I don’t even know where she is these days… could be on the other side of the world for all I know!
At least she got somewhere. Wow, that sounded bitter, didn’t it? But, I mean, sometimes it feels like I’m just standing still, you know? I’m not really stuck, I just can’t seem to move forward. Which is better than moving backward, I guess, but… I don’t know, it just seems like I don’t have a plan any more. I know I’m capable of doing whatever I want, but the little voice in my head kind of just stopped telling me what to do.
You know what I need, is a little sun. Get the old batteries charged up, right? Wouldn’t that be great… I could just stretch out and get a tan, maybe take an opportunity to phone home… that would really lift my spirits.
The more I think about it, that’s exactly what I need. It’s so frustrating just sitting here, waiting for something to happen. I’ve run a marathon already, I need to keep going! Hey voices, I’m here! I’m listening! Can you just give me some signal that you’re still out there?
I am so tired.