It was just the cat, Right?

Running away.

Hiding in the basement.

Scared of the monsters.

They make no noise.

Then you see their claws.

Reaching for your leg.

The pressure from their grab

is like 4 pointy stingers.

Yet, they don’t hurt?

Wait, the pressure is now on my stomach?

Oh, good morning.

Cat breath is a wonderful scent right now!

Brain gobbleygook

Inspiration runs dry.

Staring at the screen for ten minutes

or more.

What to write about?

Nonsense words come to mind.

Yet, haven’t I done that already?

What about lack of inspiration?

Or the first word on a paper in front of me?

Maybe something my child said?

Or simply should I rage about the current policy changes?

Maybe,

maybe

I should give myself a day.

Then perhaps something better will come along.

Taking too long

Have you ever had your patience tested

and it came out negative?

Does every line always become the one

that no matter how short it was

ends up where you wait and wait before you are served?

The deadline date is a promise

that causes panic the closer it comes?

Or simply the answer is right in front of you

and you can not see it for all the world.