There's an assignment on my desk. 

A get-to-know-you questionaire.

"Tell me about yourself!" 

No thanks.

Open a new tab. Watch a video. Watch another.

Close the laptop. Head downstairs.

The sink is full.

Swirl the sponge in circles. 

Soap. Rinse. Dry.

Mindless tasks while the mind wanders. 

Find another dirty plate. Repeat the process. 

Who am I?

A name, definitely. 

A face, depending on the day.

But something's missing, isn't it.

Clean the kitchen. The parents will like that.

A dreamer?

Never really liked that word.

Maybe a thinker.

Too restricting.

Need to know my strengths.

Need something other than another weakness.

None of the words I'm writing make sense. 

The sheet's messed up. Go make the bed.

Someone will tell me later, I'm sure. 

Only need to write what they say.

Sure it's not creative.

But I was only ever good at following instructions.

Here's an instruction. Clean the room.

Open the box.

Sift through jagged pieces. Hear the cardboard click into place.

No metaphors here. 

Just a colorful puzzle and the tattered box it came in.

It's finished.

Take it apart and do it again.

Forget the questionaire.

It's not due till later, anyway.

More time to pretend to think. 

Write more meaningless words.

How fun.