Jun 20, 2016
#6 Some Days Breathe
2pm.
Today, the hours lap over, drooping from one lazy minute to the other. The seconds pass, but they seem to be taking their sweet, sweet time. A gust of wind blows past us. You, slouched in the chair, taking a drag off your cigarette as you attend to your World of Warcraft character. And me, opposite you, resting my head on my crossed arms on the table. I make a mental note to bring a small pillow for the next chill session.
This Sunday slowdown feeling on a workday? Definitely best enjoyed with your favorite people.