What’s Inside
The doorbell chimed. A visitor? I wasn’t expecting anyone today, I thought to myself standing up from my unfinished work. Unfinished work that had yet to begin. Though the visit was unexpected I’d been waiting for something, anything to take me away from my empty notebook. The blank lines stare at me and taunt me with their emptiness. My brain, as empty and as dusty as the lines, I scratch at it hoping the muse will come out to play. And so, when I heard the ring of the doorbell I willfully, quite enthusiastically, jumped from my chair pushing my ambitions aside and, ran to the door like Pavlov’s dog.