Little Things

My eyes are glazing over

The small screen in front of me hasn’t given me anything interesting.

The dining hall is crowded and loud.

The weight of my assignments makes it feel impossible to stand up straight.

I should be working.

I let out a sigh

My mind drifts to all the things I have to do.

I can feel my head leaving my body. 

I’m no longer here.

Rachel

My head whips back to my body 

I look up at Sophia.

She has a camera pointed at me

She smiles as she takes a picture.

I love you

She puncuates it with a little air kiss.

I tell her I love her too.

And I’m back. 

At least for a little while.

The Writer’s Dilemma  

I stare at the blank page in front of me.

The white glow of the screen seems to be blinding.

A black cursor sits small on the page.

It blinks at me.

My hands hover over my keyboard.

My fingers flex but never touch the keys.

My entire personality has flown out the window.

Who am I?

What do I find interesting?

What do I have to talk about?

What do I have to add?

Have I ever had an original experience?

I feel as blank as the page in front of me.

As pure as though I was just born.

I’ve had no experiences.

I’m not interesting.

I close my computer.