Listlessly I walk
from room to room
in search of—
something to do
I ramble
I go to the fridge
scrounge around in the coolness
nothing looks good
I’m not hungry anyway—
just bored
I stand
facing the kitchen wall
I sigh
I shuffle into the bedroom
flicking imagined fluff from my t-shirt
I pick up
This Side of Paradise
I put it back down
no reading for today
The house is a mess
clothes need to be washed
the lawn needs work
Yet—
there’s nothing to do . . .
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