a day off (fiction)

The day I took off was like no other day I had experienced in a long time.
Instead of being eventful, it was eventless.
I laid in bed until noon and didn't awake until my heart was fully contented and I could no longer sleep.
After which, I didn't eat breakfast.
I didn't watch tv,
read a book,
cook,
clean,
or go anywhere.
I sat and looked blankly into the nothingness that is my apartment.

After I sat for a while, I began to think.
But thinkin is bad for the heart and mind.
I thought that I needed more art to hang on the walls.
I thought about who will win the Super Bowl this year.
I thought about starving children all over the world.
I thought about girls and their sly scheming tendencies.
I thought about my family.
I thought about the meaning of the universe,
and about the the meaning of life.

I sat there and stared into the fabric of the world around me and found nothing.
Nothing but a smoke screen exploded around me.
I lost a grasp of reality,
and my dreams began to fade into the realm of possibility
while my thoughts and affirmations floated off into fantasy.

The whole world was turned upside down in my mind and I really started to search for the cause.
But dreams have no cause, no real rhyme or reason.
Scientists say they are merely random pictures and scenarios brought up from memory and arranged in meaningless patterns.
but is that really what we intend to believe.
Mine were throwing me off a rollercoaster.
I was falling off my rocker.
I couldn't tell the difference between a flower and a coward,
but I knew there must be some way to distinguish them.

As I sat there puzzled,
mind unable to process thought,
I knew I would never take another day off.