I am broken because an extension of myself has broken. I am a reader, I love it, I live it. Words fill up my soul like bright rays of sunshine. They bring me happiness. I'd far prefer to curl up with good words and good books than a movie. I know...SHOCKER. But it's true. It must be the introvert in me. The other day, there was a perfect storm of events that led to my brokenness.
I had just sat down in a chair with my beloved Kindle and a diet cherry coke. My lovely cat chose that moment to jump on my lap for some much needed snuggling. Who am I to turn away the affections of Milo the cat? So, I carefully laid my Kindle on the arm of the chair. When Milo was through with me he stepped onto the arm of the chair to peer out the window, and as he did, he knocked the Kindle to the floor, quite accidentally I assure you. He lazily looked at me then jumped down to the the floor and left. He does nothing mean and intentional except for trying to eat my hair while I'm sleeping, but that's beside the point.
I bent to pick up my Kindle, which, by the way was still in its case, and this is what I found.
Quickly I remembered the extended warranty I purchased for just such occasions Locating the receipt and warranty, I discovered it had expired just two days prior. TWO DAYS! And, in that moment, my heart shattered like the inside of that little Kindle screen.
I was attached to that little thing you see. It easily slipped into my purse, sat on my nightstand or regaled me with tales while soaking in a warm bubble bath. As it shattered, so did I.
I need to go shopping!