'this is nice'

i say out loud.

the whisky ice

clinks in my glass.

'no instructor yelling,

no push ups..."

the roof starts creaking

and i lay as flat as i can.

i earned this boredom

i found this roof

and made it my kingdom.

if the sarge were to find it,

i think i'd miss being bored.

time passes and the fires are lit

and lights are turned off

and i sigh.