Idle time

Idle time
If you've ever chatted on gtalk you would know that familiar orange circle- mr xyz is idle.
Its idle time for me right now. And it's orange. The lights are out in this part of town and a friend's studying by candlelight. Orange light. Everything looks so mysterious by candlelight. Even the boring plastic water bottle looks like its bound in threads of antique gold.
And the quiet. Just the sound of pages turning- as if they hold the answer to the unsolved mysteries of time.
A door shuts somewhere
A squeal of delight
a peal of laughter
The candle wick hissing in molten wax
A semi-nauseating smell of hair oil
A quick wind
The sudden darkening
As the flame tries to stay alive
A distant bark
And a flavor of the dark
Idle time
Idleness
Sheer nothingness
Like time just froze...


P.S: The lights came back on right after I finished the lines above- as well timed as the conclusion of a thriller and the World started turning again. :D