Sarah M Anderson
Bored beyond compare that was what she was. She had tried everything she could think of to occupy herself, too. She had read for half an hour before she had found the book to ghastly to continue. She had tried art but that lost appeal after she couldn�t come up with a new subject. The computer was vetoed due to its ability to give her time to think to hard. She had tried exercise after that but it was only effective for 20 minutes. She had also tried writing poetry, playing chess and adding to the messy rows of even messier cross-stitches on her current sampler project. None had held appeal for more than 15 minutes. So here she was, face pressed to cold glass, looking dejectedly on nature�s emotional release of tears.
Exasperated, she pushed away from cool dejection. Uncurling herself from the warmth of the window seat, she stretched muscles tight from prolonged inactivity. Violently opening the hall closet, fervently she began to search. Several objects fly out at tornado speed. Ah! She has found one quarry of her spontaneous search. Setting it aside she continues to toss objects around dangerously. Oh! She has now found two more things she needs. Stooping down low she begins to did for the forth and fifth object that she needs.
Oh! Oh! She thinks she�s found them! Aw darn. There is only one. Where is the other? She continues to burrow down, determined to find her prey. The minutes are tense, as she continues her determined search.
Ah hah! She�s found it! Returning stray items to their resting places, she collects the reasons for her search and begins to pull them on. After several uncoordinated moments, she opens the front door determined to get out.
She stops. The sun is shining brightly on soggy earth. She sighs in dejection, shuts the door, and begins to peel off layers of rain protection.