My eyes begin to blink open,
And I slowly slip from a dream.
I groggily try to remember,
But I’ve forgotten it all, it seems.
Out from the blankets my feet come,
And sluggishly reach to the floor.
I stretch out my arms and yawn again
As I’ve done many mornings before.
Quiet, I roll up my window,
And blink in the gold, morning light.
I breathe in the crisp, morning air,
And I drink in the beautiful sight.
Then I grab my computer,
And eagerly pull up a chair.
I open it up to a blank screen
And silence ensues while I stare.
My finger taps at the keyboard
Tapping so long it’s absurd.
Frustration then stirs up as I
Cannot type even one single word!
Slowly, I heave a small sigh,
And my lips begin to press thin.
And then, an idea has soon formed!
But I don’t know how to begin.
More tap-taps from my finger,
My foot bounces while I think.
Perhaps I should just step back,
Yes, maybe if I go grab a drink.
I come back to my laptop,
With a coffee tight in my hand.
I sit down, open it back up.
I think that I now have a plan!
My fingers attack at the keys,
Words scatter onto the page.
I forget that I’m typing at all
I’m so excited, completely engaged.
Sentences turn into paragraphs,
Suspense begins to erupt!
My story is coming alive…
Until someone interrupts.