Boredom

A poem about boredom that took me about 2 minutes to write. Please critique

Fuck, I have been laying here too long and
my flesh has begun to seep into the mattress
and my brain has turned to dust,
a musty stench surrounds me
the scent of inactivity.

I project my hopes and dreams
onto the cold white ceiling
as in my ardourless state
reality slips away.

PC