How Much Longer

My boredom stretches like a steel girder across the abyss to wherever it is that boredom ends. My dog wines his most insistent whine, the one that says, “I’m bored too”. The TV runs, background noise to the dog’s whine. I sigh and wonder how many more seconds till the page turns. With a secondhand pet to my dog, I stretch my toes wondering if a mouse might peek out to pause the gloom. Dragging slow, the dishwasher clanks it’s finished clank telling me it’s time to unload the heard off it’s back. I’m not that bored, I lean back in my chair and wait for my muse to come jauntily to my screen.