Stasis
I want to project this moment on mindscreens nationwide. I want you sitting in your pajamas here on the hard mattress, in toast crumbs on yellow sheets, your back against pillows. You must feel the ache fading in your hips and knees straightened under blankets. Taste sweet tea, crunch toast. You are silent, but for paper-on-paper of pages turned and flipped, narrow small rumble of ink scraped along a line, occasional tiny impacts of punctuation. Dog in deep sleep lies with her head between your feet, mouth and tongue working furiously in pup-dreams. Hear the creek water rushh RUSHH rushh in its rhythm past and down and down to where it lives. Three times a distant quail cries its warning. Morning light blasts a curtain that wafts inward and back, wind going ohh...ohhhh...ohh past the narrow gap in the glass. Wasp angrily bzzzBAT-bzzzBAT-bzzzBATting the white ceiling, and a half-dozen black houseflies whining, too panicky in their angling to find the way out.
11:14:29 AM 
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