(A Red Writing Hood prompt.)
The house is busy and full of sound
There’s bustling all around
Inside and outside, there’s commotion
All around her, there’s motion.
But she’s sitting still barely aware
Not a moment does she spare
For the occupants of her little world
There she sits, behold.
Mesmerized by the glow of the screen
As if nothing else could be seen
And the sound of laughter
Drowned out by the keyboard’s chatter.
And all that’s happening
In her subconscious is tapping
Sloth: When we don’t do what we should be doing.