May 16, 2008


Stuck at this desk, I only look like I am here.

My thoughts are a million miles away, jumping from here to there.

Sandy beaches covered with shells.  Winds and waves enveloping me, sweeping me out to seeeeeeeeaaaa.

In the book store having coffee, rubbing elbows with the bookworms.

That is my favorite place to play.

At home in bed, reading a book and eating chocolate.

Here comes the boss.  Does she REALLY want to work?  Does she ever want to play?

Back to work.  Sigh!  Only seven more hours to go.

How will I make it?

I do not know.


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