What Stops Me... By Andre Ornelas

September 8th, 2024

The Floridan heat woke me up again.

I heard the rain progressed and worsened.

Sweat dripped from my body as I rose up.

Then, a whimper at my door.

It was Mel, my average-sized Lemon Beagle.

She cried until I let her enter my room.

Having created a small space for her

in the form of a grand saucer chair,

I set her down in her seat.

The Thunder began to ravage harsher than before.

Mel calmed down, knowing safety and rest with me.

I looked back; she stared in wonder.

Continuing on my computer, I began to write.

"What stops me from doing so?"

What stops me from simply giving up

on writing something interesting?

What stops me from live-streaming a game

3:20 am in the morning?

Before writing this, nothing stopped me from editing photos

for a volleyball game that happened hours before.

So why an urge to stop being somewhat productive?

I know this isn't healthy. It's late, so I should go back to sleep.

I looked back; Mel was snoring, and the rain had continued.

Somehow, a sense of calmness came down.

I finished writing what was needed,

closed my computer,

and went to bed.