Thursday, August 13, 2020

Resting Momentarily

I've flopped on the couch and my eyelids are getting heavy. Inside is cool, while it's hot outside. The TV isn't displaying anything that demands attention. If I don't move soon, I'll be here for a while.

Tomorrow promises an end to the week. Optimism can be dangerous. Still, I feel good about the odds.

Fate does as it will. Time clicks. I need to get up before I open my eyes to find the morning.