silvrey wrote in charloft

Thursday: Love

A simple, short word. One of the most powerful in the world. Write 100 words on it.

He's awake, and it's been 18 hours, and he's been awake too long.

When he was twelve, his dog slipped the leash. Yesterday - today - he lost another chain holding him to the ground.

Maybe he should feel free, untied. Instead, he gets out of bed, wears the same clothes, goes to the office.

Like being unburdened was in itself a settled weight in his brain.

Everything is too the-same, everything except he couldn't sleep, and he finds himself unable to get comfortable in his chair; the computer fan is too loud; the paper next to him is too unstirred.