Try Again

I have been sitting in front of my computer screen for fifteen minutes or more, trying to think of something to write. Nothing comes to mind. In fact, I realize I nod off every few seconds. There is nothing wrong with emptiness, I decide. Nothing fundamentally wrong with the mind’s inability to focus. No, especially after a grueling night of waking repeatedly to fits of coughing in reaction to clogged sinuses. Perhaps I can finally get a bit of rest as the clock drifts toward 6:30. Okay. I will try again.