Dear Morning

I glance out my window, scared to open my blinds. I know that once I do I will see how beautiful you are, how I will get lost in the chirping and glimmering dew.

I’ll have to wait to enjoy you later when my writing is done. I only have a few paragraphs. It shouldn’t take long.

I sit down at my desk. Start up my computer with the best equipment you can buy. I open a new document, the wonderful clean slate.

All I see is a blinking cursor, nothing is coming to mind. I should brainstorm, maybe that will inspire.

The light bulb is far from me. I’m left sitting thinking about everything else. I start a mindmap, that quickly becomes a maze.

Oh morning maybe I should come visit you, and step away from this artificial light. It’s only a few paragraphs though, it shouldn’t take long.

I hear the kids awaken. My mind drifts to them. Now it’s breakfast and I can’t focus.

Daddy will you play with me? Not now sweetheart. I only have a few paragraphs, it shouldn’t take long.

I sit and I ponder. Maybe Twitter has inspiration? Maybe Google? I get tangled in a web.

The kids come running, Daddy it’s lunch!

I’m sorry morning, but I have wasted you.