Pause

I’m tense.

I write. I study writing. I go outside; rinse, repeat. I stare at the screen. I take notes. I try to think.

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A yellow ladybug lands on my screen.

She clambers over my keyboard. She strolls across my hands. She retracts her legs, then extends her right feet first. Her shell lifts assymetrically as she prepares to move. She spends minutes on the underside of my wrist while I study some more. She’s in my palm as I pick up dinner supplies. She lets me shield her from the sun and breeze.

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We spend an hour and a half together.

I don’t need to write. I don’t need to think. My job is to notice.

I breathe. I watch. I smile.

I’m happy.

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