"Tick, tock, tick, tock..." The steady beat of a clock is all that kept on going.
"(Sigh)...I should just take the day off..." I begrudgingly said aloud to no one but myself as I sat in my small 'office' which is was placed in the centre of the large room. By this point no one had come over and all paper had been done and filed away, it had been like this for several days now and I was beginning to feel the slowness of time creep up on me.
As I sat I looked up to the clock which hung over the front door and felt a sense of dread overtake me as I saw that it had barely past noon as the clock laid on 12:08.
Knowing the lack of work that I would be facing for the rest of the day I decided to crane my head back and close my eyes and began to think on this past week.
The first day of work, which had been a Tuesday, was a relatively busy day. That day was spent placing and organizing the mass of office supplies that had been delivered were now properly placed and organized.
Wednesday was more or less just as busy, clients came over and we discussed on what insurance plans were right for them and further paper work, but as the days went by from Thursday to Friday things had slowed down.
I've spent the weekend releasing in relative isolation, as I was gradually receiving the rest of my furniture and personal belongings, and playing along on my own instrument. For an entire Sunday I've spent playing along with my bass guitar, it's deep chords playing along with the songs playing in my head, it's faded black body holding just as strong as the day I got it, that day seemed to past by too quickly.
Monday was spent walking around the entirety of Beach City as I spent the day taking in the sites and visiting familiar faces, and meeting new ones.
And now it was yet another Tuesday, but with today being a workday it was nothing like the day before, save for meeting the familiar faces of many. For the whole day I was looking over papers, filing them to order, discussing insurance plans, or just finishing off follow up for for the next week.
Each day after that though had each lessen in busyness, the following day about half the work from yesterday had appeared, then the day after the same had past, this kept on until Friday night when my weekend would start.
I was left to myself for the duration to the weekend as I spent those days receiving and organizing my personal belongings, from kitchen furniture to cutlery, and clothing to my valued bass guitar I kept on filling my home with what all that owned.
Then came another Monday as I spent that day laying around thinking on my life so far, the rough start that made me feel the pressures of moving and the thoughts on how one simple mistake can have such an impact to remembering the kindness that so many people had shown. So many thoughts had ran though my mind, catching my attention and slipping away as the next memory came running in, but after each one left I couldn't help but remember one thing.
The day that I had almost bit the dust, when a monstrous lizard that chased down the beachside and nearly left me well-done. That's when 'they' showed up, the three women named Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl who had saved me from the monster.
That entire day kept on appearing in my head, how the blazing heat of the fire came close to me to how Steven had even praised me for my apparent assistance in the fight.
"Huh!" I shouted out this had left me snapping out of my trance, looking over to the clock that hung over head as my mouth had dropped ever so slightly.
"It's already 1:30!" I shouted out, greatly surprised by how time seemed to be simply passing by all to suddenly this left me scurrying around in my chair, this though was a very bad idea.
"Ahhh!" Screaming loudly as I felt my whole body shoot backwards to the hard tiled flooring I quickly stretched out my arms to try and save myself from falling, this was met with aimless flailing as both hand were unable to grab hold of anything. Closing my eyes I had accepted my fate as I felt myself fall backwards, the fall was however cut short as I stopped mid-fall, looking down I saw that both my legs had caught on to the bottom of my desk and had saved me as I sat there sitting at a steep 90 degree angle.
"Phew..." I eased out, looking to my small black desk I stretched out my arms to grab a hold of it as I pulled myself upright as I looked to the clock again.
"I really should take the day off."
Well this was a super short chapter, but there is a reason!
I had to and wanted to keep this chapter short cause I wanted to think on what else poor little Matthew could do and who he could meet, like the rest of Beach City's find citizens! Or even interact with the people he had already met...or just stick around at home and play his most precious instrument.
Either Or, he'll have something to pass the time.