There is currently a large pile of balloons sitting in front of me.
The only thing preventing their chaotic descent upon my very being is a small divider as they are currently consuming the space of someone’s cubicle.

I am concerned for my safety and worried that I may be buried underneath their inflated body, trapped for far longer than I could survive, maybe becoming lost under the mess.
It would be possible that my body would never be found as I imagine the balloons would end up chewing through the floor and then that would be it. There would be no me left and then gradually these balloons would reach the core of our wonderful planet, then keep going, bursting through the other side and gradually chew their way through space, being unstoppable in their journey, revealing either something we have been blinded to this whole time, or nothingness would be left in their wake.

The idea that nothingness could possibly exist in such a physical form might break our minds as we’d go made from the revelation.

I don’t know why I wrote all of that, but there really is a pile of balloons filling up the cubicle in front of me.

People get bored at work sometimes and it is important to break the tedium when there is very little to do.
Otherwise your head ends up going into itself and slowly, but surely, you end up sprouting coffee out of what would remain of your ears and the crater sitting on top of your neck would become a new haven for small birds.

A birdtopia, if you will.

Then of course it would become a birdocracy and nothing would get done.

Or maybe, just maybe they would become a fine example of how we, as people should actually function in our little society.

If your eyes somehow remained then they would produce fragrances that make you feel calm and want to relax in the slightly warm summer breeze in the shade whilst lying in a hammock in the slow afternoon.

If that all happened, you’d probably be dead but at least you’d be giving birds of the small variety somewhere to live.

And, as we all know, small birds are very good at making the most of living somewhere.

They’re also very good at economics and birdonomics.

Maybe they could work out how to prevent the balloons from careening into me and potentially preventing me from getting out of the office tonight.

I say maybe as it might be something beyond the ability of small birds.

I may just have to take the risk and hope for the best and with enough hope I may be able to get home without having to worry about the menace of all these balloons and then go to sleep and rest soundly and then not dream of balloons, or birds, or balloons eating birds or birds eating balloons.

Or birds with balloons.

Yes, I am really bored right now.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 11:18:49
Written at work and once again faster than the two other locations.
Could have been faster though.