Just another day

by Ana

Just another day

I sit at my desk. Nothing happens! It’s all so dull, I am bored, I don’t want this, I don’t want that, but I want it all, it’s all such a mess. Confusion surrounds all my thoughts. I start writing. I stare at the wall for a second and it’s all gone. I think to myself “What am I even supposed to be doing?”. A glare back to the screen brings me back. I see the words, I remember. It worked. Key words are written on post-in notes. They constantly live around the edge of the screen. The purpose? Simple! They are cues to bring me back to the task at hand, keep me focused. This time they fulfilled their purpose; I carry on with my experimental writing. The words were flowing, the story line become clearer, the characters were starting to form, their unique personalities were forming, I was proud of my work. Out of a sudden my brain went “What have you done with the office keys? Random thought, never mind, let’s have cake, we’ll come back to work after that, we could use a break” “Ok then, you’re right, I really need to stretch my legs for a second”. That’s funny. It happens all the time. No fucking post-it notes, and colour coded words are going to get me out of this one, the ultimate distraction.

I go into the kitchen, open the fridge, get the last piece of carrot cake and poor a glass of cold milk. I look around the room and decide to sit on the blue, clear sky sofa in the corner. I have a bite of cake and stare out of the window. The mountain peaks are still covered with snow. I start daydreaming about the world outside the city. You know, the wild, animals, flowers, the green world. The place where you can run free, be who you want to be, even yourself. You find freedom, peace, serenity. You get to just be, simply exist. The wind passing through the evergreen trees, the murmur of water, the song of birds, what more would you want? You are surrounded by colour, as if you were in a live painting. The flowers are full of life, little working bees are frantically flying back and forth, they need to make ends meet, serve the queen bee. It is all so full of joy movement, music for your ears, life for a lost soul. It’s just wonderful. “Daydreaming needs to stop come back, we have more pressing issues”. I shake my head and I am back on the sofa, what a disappointment.

I stand up when I see a face mask stuck in the window corner. “Ohh right, that what brain meant by ‘pressing issues’”. It just does my heading. Ever since I moved here there was a problem with this kind of stuff. I keep complaining to the cleaning team but no success. They keep sending this bumbling window cleaner. Last time he left his dirty hanky hanging by the window frame.

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