Boredom

Bored. That’s what he was. Bored. Mind numbing and endless boredom.

Confined to his bed in the most uncomfortable position, Taraborn lay recovering from his wounds. Narys had stitched up his back, tended to him and so on, keeping him fed and warm. But he was more or less confined to his bed unless he needed the toilet. Avoiding putting too much pressure on his back, and trying to not lay on his still tender rib cage, Taraborn was left laying awkwardly on his side the entire time.

I'm feeling quite bored
I don't know what to do
I'm twiddling my fingers
And all my toes too
Outside it is raining
I'm stuck fast inside
And it's really quite boring
Many things I have tried

I stare out the window
I stare at the floor
I would read a book
But I've read it before
I would find my duster
And get housework all done
But I did it last month
And it's really no fun