Tapping. Tapping. Tapping pen.
Staring at screensaver.
Clean desk. Pass time. Barely noon.
Deep exhale and rolling eyes.
Pressing tongue against my crooked teeth.
Thinking I COULD work on that project but…
Out of water. Refill.
Pressure to do more. Be more. Act more.
Distractions distract me from finding a muse.
Can’t think in these first world conditions. Spoiled.
-Thoughts of working at a desk all day