The Procrastinator

You awake confused, you’re still half asleep.

The dream so vivid not moments ago is forgotten within seconds, and you quickly realise where you are. You try to remember the dream but your hazy morning memory denies access to that sleepy fantasy, and you reach for your phone instead.

One new message from your mobile phone supplier, and a few promotional emails; nothing of interest. Check Facebook, Twitter, Instagram – and any other social media application you have on your phone. What’s happening in the news? Anything interesting? You have a look knowing that even if there is anything of any real interest or shock, you’ll end up going back to Facebook to watch funny videos of domestic animals being stupid.

It’s your day off and its 8.07am.

You go to the bathroom and do the necessary, whilst debating whether or not to get in the shower and do something productive with your day, or to head back to your warm bed and fall back to sleep – to dream again, for a dream instantly forgotten upon awakening.

It’s your day off and its 10.23am.

You awake in a panic, and frantically look for your phone.

You find it under your pillow and unlock it, opening up to a video of some girl in a car singing with her dog. You watch it till the end for no reason, whereupon a thought crosses your mind about how ****ed up that dream just was. But you can’t remember it.

You think that a long shower is the answer to all your problems…

…with your head under the hot water, and some peculiar noises you've created with the water trickling down your mouth – you’re starring into the tiles and you’re daydreaming; you’re thinking what your day would be like if you had had that shower earlier on, and how productive it would’ve have been. You’re thinking how far behind you are in the day as it’s nearly noon, and you've achieved nothing. You’re thinking that if only I could stay in this shower forever, everything is going to be fine – but you instantly stop thinking these negatives thoughts and throw a hand out to grab the shampoo – it slips out of your hand and falls to the floor. You laugh and think how often that happens to you. And you ask yourself a question aloud “Does that happen to anyone else?” Not towards the daydreaming thoughts of being idle, but towards the more trivial occurrence.

Without realising it, you've bypassed the more philosophical thoughts more than the immaterial rhetoric – and blindly, you continue with your day.

It’s your day off, and you've done nothing.

When in fact you've done more than you think – but you’re still confused to why?