It’s late afternoon. I’m lying in bed. I feel a bit tired and should be resting. Instead I’m thinking about the cat outside, the mail at the door, the clothes in the washer, the kitchen floor that could use a sweep, the desk that needs sorting out, the clothes that I pulled out the dryer on my last trip downstairs. So instead of resting, I half rest half wish.
My attention split, wishing
Wishing someone would bring the cat in, fold the laundry, bring up the laundry, sweep the kitchen floor, get the damn mail, sort the desk, maybe clean the litter box.
But there is no one. Well there is someone and that someone is me. As soon as I rest just a little longer