Daily writing prompt

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

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It’s 4pm in there and the panic sets in.

I’ve watered my crops. I’ve greeted some townspeople, and presented a gift to my future husband. I cut down some trees, smashed some rocks. It’s been a productive day.

In there.

Out here, though…

It’s down time, it’s fun time, and I can’t calm down, can’t sit still. There are a thousand things to do, that I could be doing, and wouldn’t be doing, would probably just be sitting in a panic or rereading my book for the millionth time, but even that surely must be better than playing fucking Stardew Valley. The relaxation it induces barely lasts a minute, and then, Hell.

Why can’t I do this?

I know, consciously, that the exodus of free time from our modern society has doomed us. That the shame slathered thickly over any minute spent not producing is a result of toxic Capitalist bs and that I shouldn’t endorse it.

I don’t. I don’t endorse it.

Suffering from it is another thing, though.