My Day Off

It seems quite often that trains take an unexpected long stop at the station. This time it was caused by a headlight being out, causing "danger" to other trains on the underground. Not that it makes any sense, because other trains head in opposite direction anyways. No one could argue, so they all just sat fuming in their chairs while they were late for their big break in a business meeting, or on their way to meet a special someone for a cup of coffee to reminisce on the past. In my case, I sat and pondered what was at the end of the train ride for me. I was never really good at determining what to do on my days off; who I would run into, what stores I should visit, or anything for that matter. I did know that there was no way that I would be disturbed on my day off. People always made plans with others to enjoy the nice weather or just to have company. I see a day off as an escape from society, a way to release some steam from the normal drawl of the daily life.
I did manage to pick just two books off of my shelf this morning, just in case my feet wanted me to head towards the nearest park before the rain came through. I figured that would be a good idea, because I was sick at staring at the fading bookmarks sticking out of the tops of my books that I seem to neglect whenever I do get a day off. I always tried to obtain a new hobby, but ever since the move, I have tried to finish the dusty books and give them away, allowing more space to crawl into my apartment.
Space. That's what I really lack. I tried for months to get a new apartment just for space, and then I go and use my moving gift of two hundred bucks from my parents to buy a new shelf and seventeen books. Two of those books currently lie in my lap, one with a bookmark about halfway through, the other dog-eared about twenty pages in.