March #SOL Day 6
It’s that moment where it feels too early to get up but too late to fall back to sleep. Still dark with just the tiniest hint of daylight and the promise of more to come.
So, I fiddle around with my phone.
I check email messages.
Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. My niece set a new profile picture. She is so beautiful; both inside and out. My sister and her dogs. More politics. Articles to save for later.
I check my WordPress Reader. What is my writing community up to on this sixth day? I look for inspiration. It fills me up.
So many stories. Row after row. I put the phone to my side and close my eyes, but not before I set my tiny alarm. 30 more minutes. That’s all I need.
Darkness remains outside my window. The busy road below filling with cars, trucks and buses. The day has already begun for so many, in the haze between night and day. My mind won’t stop. Words begin. Pictures reveal themselves. Sentences start and then stop and then start up again.
Sentences begin to take shape. I see it. I will write about now. This moment. And! This Moment – yes, that will be my title. I type slowly and carefully on the miniature keyboard of my phone. In the dark that is just a bit more light than it was 30 minutes ago.
Soft music begins to play from my phone. Snooze is not an option. Time to get up. Time to publish.