Stalling

I stare at the phone.

I know I should pick it up, I know I should call and set some things up. But I just sit. I rub my eyes. I try cross­ing my left leg over my right. I don’t like that, so I shift my hips and cross my right leg over my left. Much bet­ter.

Where was I? Oh yes: star­ing at the phone. I know these phone calls won’t make them­selves. But I have put these off for so long already, it just seems hard­er each day to make it hap­pen. Of course, each day I wait just adds to what­ev­er com­pli­ca­tions wait on the oth­er end of all these calls, but still. I should just get it over with.

I won­der what’s in this draw­er?

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