The electronic doors open to the accompaniment of sound. They enter. Some are unknown to me but others I see everyday. These are people from all walks of life: men dressed in suits or jeans; women huddled in their coats or holding the hand of a little one; teens on their way to school with their backpack hanging over their shoulder. I notice that the woman with the red hair is not feeling well today: she keeps wiping her nose with the tissue she holds in her hand. The middle-aged man in a suit looks as if he did not get enough sleep last night. When will these humans learn that sleep deprivation is not the answer to keeping a deadline?Ah, young love is opposite me. I enjoy hearing the giggles, the whispers and seeing the joy they experience at being together. Not at all like the couple next to me who pointedly avoid speaking to one another, Blackberries in their hands. A bleary-eyed young man welcomes the sight of me with a sigh. Not enough sleep, but he sits with a contented smile on his face. Something is making him happy. The doors swish open again and some people leave while yet more enter.
What am I?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(I enjoyed the response to Kellie Elmore’s Personification prompt so much that I thought I would to do another. Hope you enjoy this description as much as the birthday cake 🙂 )