Life, on guard!

Here I sit,

day in and day out. I am mesmerized by the reflection upon the water;

the way the subtle waves sparkle is a simple pleasure that keeps me sane. That periwinkle noodle and that deep citrine ball are a delightful refreshment to my sight, because I am dreary of this canvas always being splashed with a dull blue and a plain red.

I’m stuck, 

glued to this chair, and I reposition myself occasionally to avoid undesired cramps. Here I sit, being paid to perch over these ignorant kids having an endless time of fun. Oh how joyous I am to ensure their safety, but how bored I am to go through with it. My ears are forced to satisfy their chorus of chuckles and screams.

Leave? 

I couldn’t.... or maybe if I rise up and walk away, no one will notice. I would be unchained from that clock from across this pool! Great. It has only been twenty minutes, meaning that there are five more hours to come by; each minute, I’m sure, will take its time just to spite me. The gate is over that way..oh, how it tempts me! ...but no, my morals keep me here in this chair, this loathsome chair.

The sun pours its heart out to me and I have nothing to do but listen to him. His long and timid epic drains me. Perspiration owns me. My eyes are locked with the charming cool water and all its clarity. I swear I see it smiling at me, welcoming me, luring me. We haven't yet been introduced today. Should I give it my hand? I daringly stand up. My yearn for an icy covering is bursting within me; tugging my conscience for permission. 

I jump!

and the body of aquamarine sucks me under as bubbles trail behind me.

Is it not such a grave disappointment when the water is warm?