Contest Entry: Beauty in the Mundane
I sat my coffee cup down on the desk. Steam wafted up to my nose begging me to take a sip. Leaning my elbows on the table, I rub my temples with my finger tips. Using the laptop and thinking about work usually means a throbbing head anyway, but this time my head feels as if it will burst any second.
My eyes, squeezed shut trying to block out the memory of whatever it was I was dealing with, on a deadline no less, simply do not want to relax in any way, shape or form. I do believe my eyes are pulsating to the rhythm of throbbing headache spasms dancing between my brows. How did I come to this? What was I thinking taking on an extra task for m