I was looking for a writing prompt, and this one spoke to me. So I took my closest object and wrote about it. I thought I would share
The beginning of my day starts with an alarm,
Loud metal music eminates from my single speaker.
Like clockwork, I am seized and held aloft.
I am perused like a digitized newspaper.
Frantically, I am thrown down onto a pillow.
My abuser is frenzied as clothes are shed, only to be reapplied.
Obviously, my alarm was of no assistance,
like every other morning that we've spent together.
I'm stuffed deep into a pocket, and everything goes dark.
Our destination is always the same.
The same music.
Louder, this time.
Bearing eastbound, turn approaching in 7.2 miles.
Turn right, nonchalant.
A vibration sounds out from my circuts.
Once more I am siezed out of the cupholder.
A smile flits upon my master's lips.
It's her. The one he sends words and words to.
Daily. And she always replies.
This time, something is different.
A selection is made, a break in the cycle.
Shutter sound. Save as,
folder selected, to be uploaded later.
I seem to only be called on when needed.
Something to chase away boredom.
Sometimes I even shoot birds from a slingshot.
But this usually happens in a waste recycling location.
I imagine that this is what a fever feels like.
I would love to wander here for eternity.
No apps, and an end to his endless queries.
This dark rest is dreamful ease to my processor.
But it is not to last.
Into my port is violently shoved an 8 pin connector,
it breathes life into my systems.
The music resumes.
I hate being a smartphone.