Rubbing dry eyes, I try to focus on the tiny cells of my lifeless Excel spreadsheet.
One more name, one more address, an email address, a cell phone number, or two.
I glance over my right shoulder, and look out the sealed office window, past my dangling charm, over the barren treetops, and into the gray quiet of early winter.
Fat snowflakes begin to fall in a quiet frenzy from the overcast sky.
As a commercial ends, Tchaikovsky begins to play on my radio. I close my eyes and drift away...
A chenille tan couch framed in stained wood. A tiny cabin window peaking into the forest wonderland.
Squirrels romp in piles of crunchy leaves, while white-tailed deer hide in the woods away from preying eyes.
Robins and sparrows sing in the dawn swirls, as twinkle lights glisten from the lit candles around the cozy room.
Violins harmonize with orchestral flutes, and my heart soars across the frozen lake top in a symphony of imagination.
My mental ice skates cut through the surface like magic, a track of twirls, twists and corkscrews.
My body leaps with joy, as a crescendo of drums and strings climb into euphoria. Obos and tambourines join the celebration, and my arms spring free, only to come in close again, as I spot on a mountainside in the distance, preventing dizziness during a move that spins my body like a unwound top.
When the music slows my lungs expand in excited animation, heralding oxygen into my body, Adrenaline lacing my veins with a high so pure, even the crisp, forest air laughs at my heaving.
I turn back to my illuminated laptop screen, and return from my trip to a better world.
One more name. One more address. Another email address. Another cell phone number... or two.
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