Trance

The Trance I sit on my stationary bike for half an hour a day, it is incredibly boring if I have nothing to occupy my mind. Today there was a stream of thought I waded out but found it full old junk – junk can also be new- so I built a wall of numbers to keep the rivulet away. I fell into a trance, or think I did; an hour had past when I looked at the watch, an hour had gone a new record. The pressure of the flowing thought broke the wall and sceptical I was not sure if I had had my exercise or been asleep on the bike?