August 28, 2017: Magnetic
A cool breeze passed through the window and over her face. Head rested back on a pillow and legs stretched out over the end of her short bed, she looked up at the ceiling. She wasn’t looking at anything in particular. Her ambition lived in her imagination, which was hard at work. She remained fixed on the ceiling, as if her thoughts were traveling high, drawn up by a magnetic firmament. Yet she remained fixed on her bed, unable to move, victim to apathy. Her body was stuck, drawn down by a magnetic inertia. She thought hard to fight it.