She sat stagnantly in her chair, without drive or purpose. She tried to keep her mind distracted by absently browsing media from the laptop situated on her lap, brightness turned low. If she stopped to think about it, she wouldn’t be able to remember what she read a minute ago. Nothing held much significance in these moments, alone.
In what felt like no time at all, another two hours had passed, and she hadn’t even the thought to rise from her seat. Yes, there were entries on her to-do list left unscratched, undone, but some of them had been so for days.
She had paused to think about it, how the sun had moved from shining through her blinds, to sinking behind the trees far on the horizon, and here still, she stayed. Unmoving, unspeaking, unfeeling. She could not fathom why the faint twinge of guilt was not more prominent.
The city drained the life from her. The lights, the people, the bustle, and the proximity made her soul drowsy and dim. There was no space, no spontaneity, nothing special to her about the grand city she was stuck in. There were people everywhere, and yet it felt devoid of life.
Flashes of green and blue streaked across the screen, and filled her soul with artificial satisfaction. These instances of time and place, catptured in the form of thousands of little pixels, soothed her distraught mind. The colors filled her imagination, the great open spaces released the tension in her shoulders, and the sheer absence of other people in this virgin state of our Earth made her breathe in relief. The stress loosened its grip, only for longing to take its place. How she yearned to leave the city, and witness the world for all its beauty and all its scars.
But silently still, she remained nestled in her chair, able only to dream.