Laziness

It is coldA shiver runs through my bodyAlone, secludedI let the shiver awakenMy chest and armA mexican wave of sortswithin me.Too lazy,the sweaterten steps awayseems comforting.Yet who has the timeto take eyes offthis electronic visual displayThe LCD screen glaring,innumerous tabs, innumerous windows.I stay fixedAnother shiver runs through me.