3 pm

I waited for you as I read my book on the island. Listening to the radio signals just in case you sent me message. I ate an apple, and threw the core into the ocean and watched it as it floated away. I got up from time to time to scan the horizon, hoping to see something worth documenting in my records. The occasional wild beast visited me, checking to see where I was from just in case I encroached on its territory, but scared them off with my loud screams. Played a game of solitaire to kill the time, kept checking my watch. Dusted off the safety boat, which had seemed to deflate in the sun. Watched the sea gulls fly by, back and forth, tired to catch them in my camera. Got the yellow submarine song stuck in my head, so had sip of water, and waved furiously at the sea. Wrote down some notes, high tied was coming in quickly. Tied my hair back, wind kept blowing my fringe back into my eyes. Made a sculpture from sticks and feathers lying around and thought it looked nice. Walked into the sea and got my feet wet, walked back and sat in my chair. Changed the radio station and ate another apple while I waited for you.