Five-Hundred Word Challenge 579: No Freeloaders Here

Well, it’s the morning.

Taking the day off from responsibility so I can look at the moisture on the inside of the room that is forming on the window. It’s a little concerning, but I’m sure that if the window is opened, then the moisture will disappear over some amount of time.

If it doesn’t disappear, then it will have to pay the rent. There are no freeloaders here. We all need to pull our weight to keep the roof over our heads, but if things were “perfect”, then keeping people housed in the name of profiteering wouldn’t be a thing.

It is a little bit dark. I do wish there was more light from the sun contained within the room of the bed, but then if that were the case I’d probably never go into the room of living and instead remain here, bashing away at things that matter not. Then again, I am constraining myself to this one room currently and there is a bed in it, so perhaps I am going to remain in the darkness. Perhaps over time I shall evolve to cope with the darkness and be able to hunt for my food whilst moving very slowly in order to conserve energy.

Maybe one day, but today is not that day. Today is a day of the catching up on the things that I need to do, but there shall be no catching. There may be the downing of the delectables, but there will be no going up stairs.

Now that I think about it, there may actually be a going up of the object known as “stairs”, as there needs to be some traversal completed at some point today in order to go from one location to another. I need to ruminate on this, as if I do not, then there is a chance that I have not properly thought out the day that is ahead of me. This is a serious issue that I need to tackle in some manner.

I need to grip it in my hands and wrestle it to the ground. Sure, it will kick and buck and try to throw me off, but this is a serious thing that I need to make sure I have taken care of before I make any attempts to – as they say – leave the house.

I don’t want to leave it for too long, however. It might move on. Maybe I shouldn’t leave the house. I don’t know if this is a good idea. Why would I want to leave the house for stairs? I mean, sure, the stairs have escalation, but the house has slight elevation.

This is something I need to think about. I need to think deeply. I need to look inward, then look outward, then look at something else. Then there may be some more looking inward. There may be none of that silliness.

The only way that I will be able to tell is if I go out.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:35:02

At some point I latched onto something and it led to whatever this bit of text became.

This was really easy to write. It just flowed.

I’m not going to read over it.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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