And, so, staring many times seemed not only necessary but also the only option (which, in its redundancy, makes it necessary). The only thoughts bouncing up and down tended to be the question of bored or tired. Allister’s eyes felt tired. But, his saliva seemed bored and proved its point by collecting in the corner of his lips and dribbling down in a puddle of drool. Allister’s eyelids would counter by flittering up and down in attempts to doze.
And the wall seemed so stable. Allister wondered what would happen first. Would he decide between boredom or tiredom or would the wall change in any way, perhaps crack a bit or fade a tad? Or, would Allister go without an answer? Would he stand and begin a new day just to begin a new day?
Allister’s saliva puddled. His eyelids flittered. And Allister, not ready to begin his day just yet and seeing the sturdiness of his counterpart, placed his money on the wall.