Touch to (Un)Lock by Bemerry (WebArchive)

bemerry/Works/Rubber-Selfie

Sunlight streamed over the building’s profile across the street and into the room through half closed blinds. The slatted light bending over the piles of wrinkling clothes and the second hand side-table where a pink smart-phone rested. Upon the bed lay a curled figure completely enclosed in light sheets. The figure was entirely unaware of the time of day as it continued to sleep fitfully.

As early-morning became late-morning the ignored phone once again sparks to life. A three second clip of a long forgotten pop-song played announcing an incoming call. The song plays four times before falling silent. The figure stirs again, rolling about and a hand soon emerges, searching. A few seconds of silence pass then the phone pulses a heartbeat of vibrations to alert a voice-mail message.

The figure under the covers rolled over not breaking from the warm envelope it occupied. The oversized covers spilled over the side of the bed knocking an empty garbage can wobbling across the floor. Its clattering movement soon dies back to silence as the figure relaxes once again. Slowly time ticks by. The room grows warmer as the sunlight crawls over sheets, floor and walls.

A loud buzzing came from the phone trying to gain attention for the text message it delivered. The offending noise echoed slightly in the otherwise empty room. The bare white walls, now glowing from the golden light of dawn, showed nothing of interest. Not a poster nor a print, nor photo, painting or plant, marred the plain interior of the room. A dusty floor, strew with discarded socks or girlish ephemera marked the foundation of a life completely unsorted. The owner of the room choosing to spend its time outside of the room rather than devoting the few minutes to clean and tidy it. The body choosing to live life rather than spend time to post memories on the wall.