An Ode to Boredom

Silence

Except for the steady sound of the fan

Which surprisingly does not manage to do its job too well

Because it is hot

Stifling

I ought to change

But that would mean getting up

This couch is comfortable

But not enough to make the clock move faster

Has it even moved?

I’m shocked

At the clock

At myself

At this couch

Today was supposed to be the day

The much awaited one

The one with no expectations

The one where I could do what I wanted

The one some call a holiday

So why is it that I’m lying down on my couch

Dissatisfied

Longing to do something

Anything

But not alone

There is a need for company

Male or female

One or many

Drinking or talking

But doing something

Anything

That would be able to get me off this couch

And stop staring at the clock

And listening to that fan

They really ought to be moving faster

Both of them

I could sleep

But I want to do something

I could read

There’s a big book staring at my face

I could watch a movie

But even Lord of the Rings doesn’t sound tempting right now

I could work

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Did I mention that the fan is noisy?