Time flies first class sometimes. Especially when you wish it would hang around the boarding gate a shade longer, perhaps get its homeland secured more thoroughly.

The individual wasn’t in a situation to keep bashing metaphors against a rock, however. Not in the room presently occupied.

There was a decidedly ironic aspect to the whole debacle. Faced with a serious problem, yet producing frivolous thoughts, unable to even begin dreaming up a solution.

Muttering to oneself, hoping that inspriation would fly out of your mouth and back into your ears.

”...what to do…what to do…what to DO???”

Perhaps the room…