Boredom

Sunday morning. It's a rainy day. She wakes up bored, drinks her boring coffee, and lays down on the couch. Nothing interesting is showing on the TV. There's no book to read. No songs to hear. Nothing to do. She's bored.
Suddenly, she decides to go out to see the things around. She grabs her umbrella and walks towards her house gate. She can see people going up and down the streets doing ordinary things. They seem as bored as she is. "How can we be surrounded by people and still feel so lonely?" she thinks.
She goes home and decides to do nothing. She's still bored. But she knows that if anyone asks how her day was, she'll say it was fine. She can pretend very well.