gymnopedie #1

i hate saturday afternoons.

all the more, i hate to be stuck at home on saturday afternoons doing work that i shouldn't have tucked away during the week. just when i thought things couldn't get any worse, it started to drizzle.

as the afternoon crawled by, my senses sharpened. the musty smell of the books, the stoic face of the afternoon sky, the loud tapping of my fingers on the keypad that has been stained with dirt and sweat, the buzzing of the fan, the whistling of the breeze, the fresh scent of the rain, the mildly bitter taste of chamomile on my taste buds, and the graceful melody of gymnopedia #1 playing against the splattering of the rain - they started to grow on me. they were my only companions in my mental cage.

and the afternoon. the afternoon was so still that it began to sap away the life in me.