Long is the morning in the tooth, but it does not get up, nor does it move.
It merely sits there and waits until the afternoon arrives, for then it can go and rest and take a break and so on and so forth. It doesn’t necessarily need one, but it certainly would like one at this stage of its life.
There are other things that it could better apply itself to. There are other things out there that could make better use of its skills, but still it must remain seated and waiting until its shift can end and it can go on home and rest for a while. Maybe it will try to battle the fatigue this time around. Maybe it will try and push on through for a few hours and attempt to take care of a few home projects that it would very much desire to complete. Maybe that would happen and maybe there would be success. It is possible that that would lead to some sort of being able to branch out and do something else for a living. However, until all of that happened, there needed to be the fulfillment of the current role, which was to wait until the afternoon began so it could go on home and do the other things that it wanted to do.
Until then, there had to be waiting. There had to be the getting long in the tooth. There had to be many a thing that required patience, but patience could only go so far in this instance. There was the prevention of doing anything outside of the expected task, as it was indeed a necessary task, but sometimes it grated just a little too much to make the wait not drag and prevent the mind from wandering.
There were interests and there were desires to do other things, but the inevitability of being firmly entrenched in the role that it had to play meant that the morning, for all of its wanting to get away from the role of which it was part, felt that it could not, for it had no other skills in which it could offer to others for exploitation, thus getting it away from something that it had been far too long in, leading to further inescapable entrenchment.
Still, there was always a way out, even if it did not necessarily seem like something obvious or available. It was just that the longer the time spent in the tunnel, the longer the tunnel seemed to grow and thus the longer the journey it would be before there would be a way out. That is how it seemed, anyway. Longer and longer until the point where, despite the desire to get away from the role needed to be played, it seemed as though a desire to remain stuck overtook the desire to get away.
As such, the morning remained in its role, refusing to step away until the afternoon arrived and took over.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:00:65
So even though these are written “off the cuff” (most of the time), I’m aiming to try and get out a lot of fiction between now and the end of the year.
This one isn’t great, but hopefully it’s a stepping stone to something either entertaining or satisfying to read. Need to work on the flow a bit more and the sentence structure, I think.
Written at home.