I tried to study.

I tried to make an atmosphere in my room that would be conducive to studying my history textbook. I lit two candles, one with an uplifting vanilla scent, and dimmed the lights. I put on a play-list of classical piano and guitar music, including 'Moonlight Sonata'. I sat down, thrilled with the idea of being able to get work done comfortably. The candlelight was so beautiful. The flames flickering on the walls reminded me of campfires and the moody yet peaceful notes being played through my speakers took me to another world. Soon I was thinking about life - events in history in relation to the grand scale of time, the future, my hopes and fears - what is truth? what is time, really? I am going to have an adventure someday...or maybe I'm in an adventure but I don't realize it yet. Mmm, vanilla is such a good scent...I hear dishes clanging downstairs - somebody is making something to eat. What time is it anyway? Oh. It's been two hours since I sat down. I glance at my textbook. Sitting. Unopened and ignored. Oops.