Boredom weighs down on the mind like an overpowering sedate.

While dressed in his bleak gray jacket and sloppy sweats, he emerges at an inopportune timing, wearing a blank poker face that resembles that of a robot. Whether it's a tedious lecture, a mundane meeting, or anywhere you don't want to be, he's there. He's the driving factor for why you latch onto your phone so often. He's the reason why you often heave out yawns during school or gaze out into another realm while on the job.

His glasses, shaped into thick rectangles, perch atop the bridge of an upturned nose. His steely black eyes, drooping behind gleaming frames, drill into your soul, enchanting you with a spell that forces your mind to wander - that forces your focus to waver from reality. He stalls the clock by stretching out the tick tock of each second, watching as you endure through sluggish time in a painstaking manner.

He is Boredom and he'll leave you to waste away in a pit of nothingness.