A Week

I’m lonely.
I’ve been sitting here for hours.
Nobody wants me.
I watch the people walk by and some stop and stare at me but most don’t.
Everyone has their own life… their own problems.
I sigh and wish someone would notice that I look nice!
That I want to be chosen!

I stare into the eyes of a six year old kid as they put their hands up to the window.
It’s a little girl.
She has a nice floral dress on.
She is pointing at me!
She wants me!
But as has happened a to many times my friend gets taken instead of me.
Why?!
A middle aged man is next.
He didn’t even glance at me though.
He is talking to a person with a uniform on.
She looks at me and the rest of my friends and nods at the man.
He takes out a credit card.

Next thing I know I’m being lifted out of my basket!
I’ve been chosen!
I have a new home!
It is a long drive to that new home.
I’m so anxious to see the smiling faces look down at me and want ME!
I’m carried into a place that seems pretty quiet.
Some people laugh once in awhile, and I hear a door open and close now and then.    
Finally someone looks down on me!
But as is normal no one picks me up.
I lay there.
Unwanted.
I’m left.
Me and another.

Placed in a cold place we shiver for days on end.
I have lost count of how many days I’ve been in this cold place.
Finally the someone looks at me again.
I’m to cold to care.
Wait they picked me up!
They put me in another place and I am warmed up.
But I know I will never be who I once was.
I have lost myself somewhere.
Probably in that cold place.
The person, a young woman, looks at me and at her phone smiling and taking pictures.
I feel sorry for her because I am a week old donut and I am not what I once was.