it became a moment
as its wings flapped
awkward, shy, determined, elusive
fluttering hesitantly above her head: Yes?
She did not feel it, or see it
got distracted by the Ego's feet making war at the border of her desk
Later, sighing, she saw the glint of the light on the tree trapped outside her window glowing in the Fresh Air.
A plague of locusts campaigning in her inbox by divine decree, she stayed put building pyramids in the sky. Time sneaked in and broke the camels back, gently offering her home time. Her body felt strange in full stretch, muscular revolutionaries making protest. The setting sun hurt her eyes, and she comforted them with shade.
weighed down with the incompleteness of the day, she steeled herself for the slow degradation of her night into tomorrow.
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