Fingertips rested lightly on the keyboard. Eyes closed, she waited for inspiration to
sweep her away into the creative vistas of her mind.
Slow inhalation, count to three, slow exhalation, count to
three.
In quiet solitude she sat unmoving, embracing the stillness,
waiting. Nothing.
The minute hand ticked forward as the shadows on the window
shade moved from one side to other with the turn of the earth.
A sigh, tomorrow will be better. Wait, a thought, a glimmer of an idea. The keyboard clicked as words started to flow
filling the page with the beginning of a new adventure.
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