Rotting

The trees outside seemed more withered than usual, their branches dryer, more like a hollowed husk of one that once bore life. Rebecca chuckled as the thought came to her, realizing she herself felt more and more like that dead tree outside of her office than she ever imagined she would. At one point in time she had had dreams, real dreams! From the childhood fancy of becoming a hit country artist, to wanting to take care of animals, to wanting to take care of people, to...sitting behind a desk? When did that fit in? Totally not in the ten, twenty, or fifty year plans! "I hate this, you know." She said as she sat back in her ergonomically correct chair and stared at the blinking computer screen. "I hate that this is what my life has become." She didn't expect an answer, God didn't usually speak audibly to an office filled with people, if he spoke audibly at all. She hoped for that stirring in her soul, that breath that filled her with hope that she was not doomed to sit behind neutral walls for the rest of her life. "Why did you ever bring me to this place? I sometimes think I would have been happier at the local grocer than here!" A face popped over her cubicle- Nate from merchendising. Of course. He was always there at the wrong time. "Hey Bex, what's on the plate for today?" he said jovially. He was one of those annoying people who actually enjoyed their work. She admitted, though never aloud, that at times she was jealous, the rest of the time she loathed him. It was entirely possible that she was not being objective and her jealousy over having a job she enjoyed overshadowed the nicer aspects of her annoying cellmate, but highly doubtful. She was always objective. "Just getting through another day Nate." she said casually. "Great. Well, I've got those mock-ups lying around the office so I'll send them over to you, okay?" he asked, easily ignoring the dead look in her eyes. How could he so easily rattle on and on about such trivial things when she was writhing in agony behind her cool green eyes. He waved off and she turned back to her computer, another sigh sitting tantalizing behind her lips. "Someday." she said as she read the prayer she had written years before, looking once more for the hope that would lift her from her pit, free her from her life of Excel sheets and Power Point. "Someday."