Work day

I’m lying there on my bed
diagonally
one foot pointing at the floor
time does not pass
nor is it still
I don’t feel bored
nor am I thrilled
The air is stuffy
sometimes there is a breeze
Moments like this stand outside of my life
I’m not living
nor do I cease existing
when time’s up
I go for a walk
during the hotter hours of the day
I sweat a bit
with a frown on my face
all because of the sun
Then I come back
to my bed
lie down
diagonally
with one foot pointing at the floor