It was quiet. The silence made her restless. She wanted there to be noise, because noise meant she had something to do. She didn't like getting paid for doing nothing. She wanted to have her hands full. But here she was, in the quiet restaurant, and she couldn't do anything. The tables were clean, the dishes were non-existent, there were no customers that needed service. She had cleaned the kitchen from floor to cieling, even rinsed the juice automats. So here she was, sitting in the corner they called the "office", just letting her thoughts wander.

 

Where did her restlessness come from? Why did she always want to have so many things to do that she didn't have time to think? She used to love thinking. More than that, she used to need it. She remembered when she was a kid, she had been sitting outside for hours in the sun, completely lost in thought and unaware of time passing. There had been so much to reflect upon, and now the only things her minds touched were the upcoming events of her life. She rarely thought back, and she rarely thought about the present. Her mind was always in the future; near or distant.

 

How depressing, she thought, that I never think about the wonders of life, the universe, anymore. Have I become that egoistic?

 

Or maybe, she just grew up.

 

Maybe we're all bound to.