XVI. Monotony.

“Same old shit, different day huh?” Mutters my jaded little martian

I can’t help but smile through my own apathy “ this is your second week on earth..”

“Its just so incredibly monotonous! You don’t seem to do very much. you’re always cooped up in that room of yours. The only time you get remotely excited is when there’s a fresh pot of that bitter black stuff in the kitchen and the only time we ever get out, is to walk around the same old neighbourhood listening to blonde country singers while we look up at the trees!”

“You’ve just caught me at a bad time. i promise you I'm more exciting than this”

“Im thinking of heading home” he grumbles

“Really ?” Im actually surprised now, and a little hurt. I thought we were becoming friends.

“I'll think about it” he sighs, deep in thought.