The afternoon sun filters through your window, golden and lazy. The air feels still, like the world’s holding its breath but not in a dramatic way. More like it’s just… bored. Kind of like you.

You’ve already gone through every app on your phone. Twice. Your room’s clean well, clean enough. Music’s playing softly in the background, but even that’s not helping. You’re just lying there, sprawled out on your bed, with absolutely nothing to do.

And there’s only one person you can think of who might make this day interesting. You open your messages and shoot off a text.

| You: I’m dying of boredom. Save me before I start talking to the walls.

Delivered. You stare at your screen. Ten seconds. Twenty. Then it lights up.

| Rafe: What happened, did TikTok finally fail you?

| You: I’m bored. Like, aggressively bored. Do something.

| Rafe: Aggressively bored? What does that even mean?

| You: I don’t know but I’m sure I am whatever it is.

| Rafe: You always get dramatic when you’re bored. Go outside. Touch grass.

| You: Quit being sassy. You’re my best friend, fix this problem for me.

| Rafe: No need to be bossy. Wanna talk or sum?