I guess I would say I have a good vantage point, where I am. I even have a nice little stand. From where I sit, I can see the entire room, which would be cool if it actually did something once and a while. A good vantage point does little when there's nothing going on, when it's the same thing all day. Most days there isn't anything going on in the room for the majority of the day, or at least the hours where the sun peaks through the windows. There'll be several days when there's a girl in the room, doing stuff for a few hours of the day only to then fall asleep; however, every few days there will come a time when she doesn't leave the room. At least not often. She just sits, clacking away at the computer, maybe looking around the room sometimes or getting up and leaving for a few minutes, only to come back.
The best times, however, aren't when I'm sitting neatly in my stand. Sometimes, usually on the days when she's in the room for long periods of time, the girl will pick me up and my friend the tablet and then will come the time when I'm actually doing something: drawing. Well, she's the one doing the drawing, but if not for me then she surely wouldn't be able to do a thing. And that's really the only thing I can do, but I enjoy it all the same, and I make the most of the time that she uses me. Sometimes she'll take a break to look around online and then leave me sitting on the bed next to her and I'll get lost under a blanket or a pillow or even her leg (actually, I get lost under her legs a lot). It makes me happy to know that she cares, since she usually freaks out when she tries to find me and I'm not where she thought she'd put me down. Eventually she'll find me though and I'll continue to help her draw.
Sometimes once she finishes a drawing she'll be lazy and leave me and the tablet lying on the bed, the tablet still hooked up to the computer. I like those times too, because I feel like we're friends. It's different from sitting up on the shelf, even if I can't see nearly as much when I sit on her bed. When it gets too late and she's yawning and her eyes are drooping and everyone in the house is asleep (maybe save for the girl in the room next to hers, who comes and watches her draw sometimes) she'll eventually decide it's time to put everything back up. That's when I go back up to my spot on the shelf and the tablet goes on top of the radio and the laptop gets plugged up under the bed. I usually dread this, but sometimes it's not that bad. It's better when she has me out, I think. I like it and she seems happier when I'm out; sometimes she'll go for a long time without even touching me and I can tell she isn't happy, she looks rushed and tired. But I know it's because she has other things to do.
I might not be her favorite item; I might not even be her second favorite. But I don't have to think about the fact that her laptop is almost always out or the fact that the stuffed animals on her bed are always near her. I'm happy to sit on the shelf when she doesn't need me, and glad to know that I, unlike several other things in her room, am actually used on a semi-regular basis. Plus, the radio tells some pretty funny jokes sometimes, even if the clock is a bit of an uptight prick at times.
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