Cone

Sleeping, breathing, living in asphalt isn't exactly what i had in mind. I wanted to be a freshly seasoned tree or a helpful lamp post lighting up the city at night. Do something good for the world i live in, instead, i lie in the street, constantly surrounded by gravel and bright orange worker bees moving me around. I'm not sure why they choose the color orange. Just once, they could paint me a bright green or soft yellow. Its not too much to ask.

I've grown accustom to the traffic buzzing back and forth. It's almost as if i dont hear them anymore. I've been on working on this street for two days and im ready to move on. I never know where im going next. They just pick me up, along with the others, and head to the next site. Maybe they'll take me to a lake that needs a newly paved road, or a scenic bridge stretching over mountains. Thats the only thing i have to look forward to.

As i am thinking of all the places i could go, a silver car has pulled up next to me, waiting for the orange workers to direct her into the oncoming lanes. After several attempts by the worker bee to try and stop traffic, her patience is rewarded with a brief clearing. She guns it and heads straight for me.

My body lie mangled in the street, yet i have never felt so alive. This was the first excitment i had since i fell off the truck. All the others were watching and laughing. I couldnt help but smile back. The worker briskly walks over, picks me up, and reforms me back to my original shape. He shakes his head in disbelief and places me back in my spot. This will be a day i will never forget.