So you sit there and you watch. You sit there and you listen. You sit. And you wait.
For? A leisure? A game?
You sit and you hope. You dream all night and day, never wanting to wake up because that’s what you’ve been sitting around for. Who would want to wake up from that? Who wants to lose that?
So you sit. And socialize. And laugh. And smile.
And stay dreaming.
Why do you choose to always dream? Because that’s what you want. Duh.
The end. Le fin. I’m done.