today

one of those days when you dont want to work. when you wish you could drive past your office to some other land. when i would rather watch movies back to back. or just sit under a tree in an open field with air running through my hair and the grass dancing in the wind. or soothing music and a shot of vodka playing lullaby to me. in comparison, the colleague laughing in the next cubicle is cacophony to my ears. and i pray the servicing guy is not walking up to me to break the perfect calmness of my mind. i hope these glass panes break open and wind gushes in. all those abandoned sheets lying on the desktop will suddenly belong to it. i wish they'll let me live in this cacoon today. and no-one would puncture it.