• *Sitting on a desk. begins to swing my legs absently.
    While staring at a clock. sitting here in a bikini, and bottoms are a short as
    Heck skirt, and the top ties on the top and bottom, low cut in the middle.
    A cell phone in my hand, an MP4 player to my left, an ear bud in my ear.*
    Time seems so slow here.
    In my mind, where only summer dwells.
    Where thoughts of my true love float on by.
    Thoughts of what we'll do sitting in a corner, trying to call me over.
    I stay seated on my desk.
    No one is there, i could leave.
    Yet i can't.
    I must stay in that room.
    Desks all around.
    Sitting here, with my music and phone.
    Watching the clock, feeling time pass.
    Knowing when day and night come.
    As if some marker is in me clicking down the days.
    Though the outfit changes depending on the day, i am always there.
    Waiting until that day in June.
    June 4th, when school will be released for the summer, when i can be free.
    Then my mind will be free.
    Then my mind will play, and have to wait but a few days, 'til my love comes to me.
    And til that day, I will remain here.
    Locked in an open room.
    Bound to a desk, by nothing.
    Held in place by unseen ropes.
    As if there was something to keep me there.
    Nothing to hold me place, nothing to keep me there.
    Yet, I can not leave.
    I am locked in an open room.