waiting room

as i sit, hunched on the purple and unsympathising sofa, i wait for my appointment. the room is void and the air is stale like plastic. i am occupied with the thoughts too tedious and vague to describe.

an uneventful half an hour passes.

then unexpectedly, i feel a sudden chill at my foot. i notice that the sofa is covered in rime. the floor is ice cold and my feet are frozen blue. my toes benumbed and my ears are crisp. what an arctic situation. i aquire a brain freeze, awkwardly. the sheer inconvenience is overwhelming and i break out in icy tears.

a cantankerous nurse approaches me and informs me that my turn has arrived. but i reply coldly that i simply cannot move my self. she stares menacingly at me but i am coldhearted and would not budge for such a uncivilised woman. i reply that i will have to wait for the ice to thaw but she acts as if she has just heard an alien language. she waves her elbows incomprehensively in the air and lets out a barbaric grunt, then proceeds to stomp out of the room. i chuckle discreetly at her puerile behavior.