The not done

Think about the activities you are least willing to do. The tedious chores which trigger utter reluctance bordering on mental choke, once your mind incarnates their uninspiring lifeless torsos. Like dried-out tails of dead mice they scrape the recesses of the mind causing the face to assume cliched expressions of immense boredom.
Think of pulling the plug which is underneath the table, having to go back to the supermarket because you forgot to buy salt, changing the dust bag of your vacuum cleaner.

Well, I changed mine the other day. It was not easy. This was one of my "not-done" activities and its dried-out tail was casting a spell of inaction despite the visibly declining performance of the vacuum cleaner. I decided to break the spell. I acted. What followed may have been a dream yet I remember it vividly.
The front of the vacuum cleaner opened slowly, like the bulging door of a space ship. Stuck inside, like monumental alien spawn lay the overripe bag, pregnant with the remains of the days from the last three years. I touched it gently with my fingertip. Surely, it would explode and give birth to a wondrous creature which in no time would start roaming the neigbourhood with piercing shrieks.
I yanked the bag from the vacuum's base and a halo of yellowish translucent smoke formed around it.
The rest is history. Miraculously, the vacuum started performing again, swallowing dust insatiably. I broke the spell of inaction and realised that after venturing into an area of utter, utter, almost inconceivable tediousness, you can feel CLEAN.

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