Awakened suddenly, I lie in the darkness grasping desperately for the pen kept on my bedside table. I have to write it down before I forget, I think to myself as the pen, located just near my fingertips, tumbles off the nightstand into the abyss below. Frustrated, I turn on the light temporarily blinded as my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. I spot the pen several feet away, but already I know it's too late. For the words that physically woke me are now fluttering away like butterflies into the unknown. Important words, never to be written, at least not by me and not in this intended moment.
The Pen really is mightier than the Sword.
How frustrating! I hope more words will come to you. I definitely can relate to your slice.
ReplyDeleteThat is the worst! I have had that happen to me- let's hope it floats back in and if it is meant to be written, it will come back!
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