this

boredom looks like a bunch of fluffy stuff, swirling in the wind. you reach out to grab it, to feel it, but your hand just passes through the whispy emptiness.

so you just sit and stare. and watch as it forms random shapes and images. look at that cute bunny! was that the girl? she seems really happy.

soon, the images start to smell. you can sniff out her perfume, the one that you miss so much. the bunny smells like shit, and you fling your arms out to smash it back into fluffy oblivion.

and then you heard her laughter. she laughs just the same way you remembered her to. she looks beautiful. the bunny hops past her legs and she giggles.

the fluffy stuff becomes more and more solid, more and more real. you can't see the wall behind her now. all you see is her, and all of her beauty.

she leans in and kisses you. you can taste her lips. you like it. the bunny starts nibbling your toe and you kick it away.

you remind youself that she isin't real. she's made of fluffy stuff, dammit! "but i can see her, smell her, hear her, taste her and feel her," you think, as she throws her arms around your neck. "she MUST be real."