I rise early to produce more.
Though my body is awake, my creativity is still asleep.
My mind a blank with nothing, not even echoes.
Just one spark, one idea that’s all I wait for.
Never has it been so quiet.
Never noticed how dead my living room sounds.
Empty of life this place.
I sit on the couch waiting.
Lean back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
Finally a thought, “I really have to clean my ceiling fan.”
And just like that, there nothing but silence again.
Starring at a blank screen.
I need coffee.
I get up to make some, cursor on the screen just blinks waiting for my minds thoughts.
I decide to turn on the TV, and I see it on the TV.
Oh, it’s good, there go those wide eyes.
I muted the TV, and completely forget about my coffee.
My fingers trip over each other.
Trying to keep up with how fast my mind is going.
Going from a dripping faucet to a roaring waterfall.
An unexpected rush of life fills the screen.
Voices all shouting, music playing in this once lifeless room.
It’s brighter in here than I remember.
The sun rose while I was writing.
The streets outside fill with people starting their day.
Mine started hours ago.
Time didn’t exist for me while I was writing.
I stop to save and grab my coffee.
This coffee is ice cold, I should make a new cup.
Start the coffee machine and my eyes widen.
Run back to the couch to write some more.
I swear there is something in this coffee.
Day #27 SJD
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