Been on my bed for 18 hours.
While weeks ago i begged for boredom to bring me from away from lifeless work life, now on a rainy off day, I am corroding in the merciless hands of boredom.
The downpour, so soothing it cools the usually stuffy room, yet collabrated with it in the mission to dampen the soul named mood.
The melodious David Tao conveyed his concern over the speaker, but it did nothing more than to aggravate.
From dim daylight when shadow traces of raindrops reflects on my newly painted red wall, til evening do I attempt to defeat it by calling for companies.
It appeared the rest of the world is not bothered by it.
Shall I return to bed?