Five-Hundred Word Challenge 751: Just Float Away

I think that today has been a long day and I need to find a way to send my anchor that keeps me grounded to some other place so that I can just float away and get away from everything, or something to similar effect. However, doing so might make it harder to open up doors and if that is indeed the case, then I might just be stuck in my bedroom for a little while.

I’d be there trying to open the door, but the transference of energy into action might lead to me floating away from the door and thus I might have to spend some times bouncing off of all of the walls until somehow there is some sort of friction that slows down the thing that is happening. It would not be fun. It would be dull. It would be tiring. Also, it would be something that I’d much prefer not to deal with as I have things that I need to do and floating around does not help with the completion of said things.

Now that I think about it, the whole reasoning behind looking to float away is to get away from doing work, so things can (in this particular instance) fall under the process of working for the sake of giving some sort of idea of coherence to whatever this is turning out to be, or something.

Anyway, so eventually I would find a way beyond the door and then float on out of the house (assuming the front door was open, of course) and then a breeze might pick me up. It would need to be a gentle breeze as I want to relax. It would also need to take me back eventually as I don’t feel much like re-anchoring myself back to the ground. I’m feeling a little like being lazy and so if I am feeling like being lazy I want to be able to engage that laziness and not worry about things for a while. I just want to drift on by and see how everything changes whilst I am moving at a rather relaxed pace. That is the desire, though it most certainly is not the dream if you know what I mean.

However, all things said and done at the end of the day and of course I would need to go back home and so I’d find a way. Maybe I’d grab onto a rock and use it to somehow revere the direction of the breeze which would eventually take me back home. I could use it to weigh myself down, but I don’t think that that would be as fun, adventurous and exciting as somehow conjuring the magic of the natural world and reversing the direction of wind.

Anyway, I’d go back home and then I’d get back to my desk and then I’d get back to whatever it was that I was doing and it would be like no sort of floating adventure happened.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:33:04

This was written just before work became a real task to get through.
I feel it has a strong sense of looking to avoid working for the rest of the day, which is rather obvious so there was no pint in me stating said thing that is obvious.

Could’ve been better written. Quite cohesive, if rather silly, but lacking in quality a little.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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