Her focus group was meeting today at the Denny’s off 440 and she was already late. She flitted around her room, absently picking up this and that, but stopped in front of the mirror to gaze at herself. She sighed. Her mind was in a fuddle about her life, and no matter what, she could not get herself moving.
An unearthly YEOWLLLL rends my eardrums. My own sleep starved brain refuses to respond to that sound, but like long unwashed fingernails scraping against the mathematicians blackboard, I cannot escape.