Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1216: Day Shapes

Fatigue rears its head once more but I can get through it. I can persevere.

Wind and all that, sitting here, feeling warm, feeling cool, feeling a lot of things but the day contorts into shapes I do not recognise. Suddenly it is no longer a day but a series of shapes and now I don’t know what to do with myself.

I guess I’ll just sit here and think about shapes for a while.

Of course that has no practical purpose right now but these shapes are floating in front of me and I need the day to come back so I can deal with work as work is here and I need to take care of it and get it out of the way and I don’t know which of these shapes it is contained within, so… I’m feeling a bit screwed.

I guess there is a practical purpose for thinking about shapes right now.

Anyway, I don’t know how to get them back to being a day and I don’t know how to go about doing anything about this. Most of my thinking will be trying to work out what the shapes are and in doing that I might just be able to find the answer to the problem which will be a key for the lock, but there is no lock so it will be a key for the day.

I can’t sit whilst working this out as I don’t know where my chair has gone and there’s not much of a floor, but I don’t quite like the idea of floating whilst doing this either. Sure, I’m not going anywhere but I don’t feel as though I’m anchored and it’s not a pleasant feeling, let me tell you. It would be more pleasant if I happened to be floating in the sky and there was a breeze behind me and I was going places but that is not what is happening here. What is happening is that I’m floating in nothingness and I’m trying to work out how a day managed to turn into a series of corporeal shapes.

What will happen when the next day comes? This is going to cause a few issues. Surely there are others in the same situation as I am but I cannot see them. There isn’t anyone here that I can locate, but I can’t quite go anywhere, or at least it doesn’t feel like I’m going anywhere so I could very well be here on my lonesome and that is less fun than I would hope.

These shapes are ones I do not recognise and I’m not sure if I could describe them in a way other than that they have a form. They are here in front of me and I don’t know how to make them become the day again and it’s all rather annoying and frustrating, and also a little hopeless. Some sort of despair.

On the plus side, I think they’re quite interesting.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:85

It was early into this that I realised that I needed to veer away from what I was writing and so I did. In terms of something better I don’t think it paid off, but it was a learning experience of sorts.

Most, if not all writing can be a learning experience now that I think about it, but in this case… anyway, 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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