Glancing around my desk, hoping for inspiration, my mind remains vacant. Nothing provokes thought. Ideas flash through my brain, gone before they have time to settle and take shape. I try to force myself to focus on something…anything…that will trigger a chain reaction of thoughts. The attempt falls flat. No matter what I try, the results are the same— like harmless wires connected to a dead circuit, my mind remains dormant, as if my energy flows elsewhere. If it flows at all.
I closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep while trying to conjure thoughts that might awaken my fingers. When I woke, several minutes had passed. But my fingers’ awkward coma persisted. In spite of many hours of sleep, my energy was not renewed last night. I will give up this fruitless endeavor and will attempt to sleep a little more.
