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The Wandering Mind Is An Unhappy Mind
Those who do not live presently are already dead in the past.
THE IMAGINARY VIDEO TAPE
Here she is. Sitting in front of me with her hands folded. Perusing through these words she can only glance at what I write. Deep down she is preoccupied. She moves her coffee cup to the side. She shifts in your seat. An irresistible urge plucks at her hand. She picks up her phone. She is checking for a message.
His message.
No reply.
Her thoughts run away, “Where is he!?”
Slowly, in her mind she imagines his day. He never takes six hours to respond. She knows he’s not at work. His location shows an odd road somewhere on the opposite side of town. She checks it. It’s not a residence or a store. He is simply in transit.
She looks back at her laptop to my article. She can’t help but wonder. He’s given her the feeling that he was a little distant this past week. Both haven’t been intimate in over a week. Sleep has been tough. These thoughts take her for what seems like an hour.
Ding-Dong.
She snaps out of it. She gets up from my words on her laptop to answer the door. It’s her husband.