Five-Hundred Word Challenge 878: Big Stretch

Well, that was a big stretch.

You see, I just stretched. I also exhaled at roughly the same time. The stretch was a nice and satisfying one. It was satisfying as I felt compelled to stretch in order to feel some sort of satisfaction, though really I felt compelled to stretch due to a sudden urge to stretch, which is what I did. It was a stretch and it was good.

Now I feel satisfied. I feel as though I just might have another stretch soon. Perhaps longer so as to get more satisfaction out of it, though I imagine that if I stand up and stretch some more it might not have the desired effect. Maybe it would. How am I to know until I conduct the act of stretching whilst in an upright position based on standing on my feet and being upright and stretching out a bit more? How am I to know until I commit the act?

However, I’d rather just bask in the satisfaction of having stretched and received a positive response from it due to the way that satisfaction and stretching seem to go together in the early hours of the morning. That is what I am going to do. I will not stand as I don’t feel like it. I may be compelled to do so soon as the beast of burden that is occupation will soon dawn upon me and put me in a position where I need to get ready, but for now I am happy to sit here and perhaps raise my arms up and stretch them out once more.

Maybe there will be a yawn included the next time. Dare I dream of such an occurrence?

I do.

But anyway, I’m sitting here and I’m feeling smug in my accomplishment despite it being a reflexive action that required no effort on my part, or at least no conscious effort on my part. I don’t care. It was the greatest thing this morning. Had my COFFEE, had a stretch and now I’m just king of the world. There’s nothing left to go on at this point. It’s all done. The rest of the day is not going to be anywhere near as satisfying as this one moment in time that I experienced and experienced with great gusto, or something.

The rest of the day is just an extra bonus, but a bonus that needs to be lived through and so lived through it will. There will be no doing of anything and all will fall to the ground and reveal itself as something that is something more than something less. It cannot hold a candle to the stretch of the morning and therefore there is little, if anything else that can be said without spoiling the decorum of relief when one stretches in such a relieving way.

Maybe I will go for that standing stretch. Maybe it won’t provide relief, but at the moment I feel like taking that risk.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:34:46

Well, now I’ve managed to write a whole lot of rubbish based on stretching my arms just before and the satisfaction that comes with that, so… yeah.

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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