Boredom

As tiredness sets in I just sit and stare at my screen.
I'm itching for the minutes to pass so that I can walk out of here and catch the last of the sun on my face.
I think of the warmth and close my eyes, just for a second.

Fifteen fifty two.
My lids are heavy and TLC plays in my ears
Sipping herbal tea and clicking from one firefox tab to the next.
Fifteen fifty three.
'She' speaks and I listen.
Fifteen fifty four.
Now Hil St. Soul is playing and I doing an online search
Fifteen fifty five.
Fifteen fifty six.
I'm downloading something
Fifteen fifty seven

Just one hour and eighteen minutes to go.