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.
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