I’m sat here, coffee in hand.
It’s a quiet morning, not much to it, really. Cars drive by, a clock ticks, rays of sun stream through these wooden blinds, and I’m tempted to fill this space with something.
Ahh yes, there’s that icky feeling again.
What if I were to let it stick around for awhile—surely it’s been useful before? It’s true, there’s the initial run-and-get-away-from, but once my hiding spot has been discovered, there’s no use in putting the blankets back over my head, right? Right.
Out comes the notebook.
Away goes the judgment.
It’s 9:34am and I’m sat here.
Coffee in hand and with not much else to do besides write. My gosh, what a truly incredible and extremely lucky moment this is.
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