I woke nervous; a mind filled with petty worries. My uneasy movements around the kitchen reminded of
You've Got Mail
"Patricia makes coffee nervous."
You've Got Mail
"Patricia makes coffee nervous."
The echoing bustle of commuters only amplifies my concern for time. A tick growing in strength.
Unbeknown to me, I do have time.
There's no need to rush through the Present.
There's no need to rush through the Present.
Time is Now.
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