To think the answer had been there all along, right above my head, passing over me every day. My brain had become a melted mess from too little sleep and too many thoughts and ideas bouncing around and into one another. It felt like a hundred tiny men were always arguing.
Until that glorious morning when I looked up and saw what I must do to reset.
I sat on a bench nearby, phoned in, said I was running late, and spent the morning unthinking, removing every thought from my head.
When I stood, I felt clear.
Then I began.
Until that glorious morning when I looked up and saw what I must do to reset.
I sat on a bench nearby, phoned in, said I was running late, and spent the morning unthinking, removing every thought from my head.
When I stood, I felt clear.
Then I began.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays
