Monday Morning
Every morning she has the same thought:
It would be so nice to be able to enjoy the morning. A leisurely stroll with her dog, not rushing him through his sniffs and stops. A warm cup of coffee, savoring each taste and allowing the warmth to slowly fill her soul. Some quality time with her writing, allowing inspiration to build until she’s lost in a story.
Every morning she has the same thought. And then she rushes off to work.
