Sitting

I am sitting.
Sitting on a lawn chair
in an emtpy blue room that echos.
Quiet except for the sound of the cars passing on the street
and the clicking of the keys on my keyboard.
I am sitting.
A time of reflextion.
A time of serenity.
A time relaxation.
The sun shines in the streaky windows
Allowing it's heat to warm my leg.
The florescent lights shine
Looking institutional like
As I sit
On a lawn chair
In an empty blue room that echos.

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