Sweatbox

stockvault-red-ruffed-lemur208161Sleep… a quixotic place for the best of us. You tuck your brain away for the night and wish it well on its journeys to dawn.

Sleep, for me, after a day of zero creative writing… a sweatbox in an Amazonian jungle.

I shove my unruly mind in it at night and lock the door to its screams. Come morning, I drag its nonsensical carcass out, ignoring its mumblings about lemurs and calculus, and force the broken thing back to work building a bridge to nowhere.

Um, yeah. I think I’ll be writing today.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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