Wake with a shock, late after too many false starts in the middle of the silent nights. Strange dreams of holiday shopping, new apartments, and a climb across peaceful, icy waters bounce around your head like ping pong balls while you wait for the coffee to steep.
a full writing day
The gift trickles across your eyebrows without knowing quite where to land. The coffee begins to sink in, remind you of the magic feeling when a page is blank, a day is new, an everything is possible.
You sit down in front of the word processor, greet it like an old friend. Feel like a stranger to it, but at once that you've known each other your whole life.
It feels like home. And you are ready to come back to it.
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