I bolted upright from bed. "THE LAUNDRY!" I cried, swinging my feet to the floor and standing. 
I couldn't believe it.
I'd told myself multiple times to not forget I was in the middle of doing that and what had I done?
Forgotten it.
I darted to the drier, quietly praying that my clothes wouldn't be damp. It was so late now. So very late, I couldn't afford to dry them again.
I pulled open the door and reached in, feeling the first thing my hand touched.
I relaxed.
They were dry.

-Inspiration from doing Laundry

Me: *writing funk* 
Brain: I GOT IT!
Me: *perks up* YOU DO?!
Brain: Yah! I know how to finish this story!
Me: What? What do I need to do!
Brain: Let's just tweak the original ending and it will be perfect!
Me: …..
Brain: :D 
Me: ….you couldn't have realized this like....I don't know....six months ago when I first got blocked?!
Brain: ^^;; *shrugs* 

Me: We should write!
Brain: We should!
Me: ….
Brain: …..
Me: …..
Brain: ….
Me: So....what are we writing.
Brain: I....I don't ---there's too many choices!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!

He bit his lip to keep from groaning as he crouched down low to grab out the bag for the woman.
It wasn't her fault that his legs were sore.
It wasn't her fault that the store had placed product so low on the shelves.
Nor was it her fault that his legs were no longer used to crouching so much during a regular work shift.
But by golly. He didn't want to be here any longer.
A hot shower, a day in bed.
That was what he needed. 
To help his sore muscles relax.
And not keep pushing them to the limit trying to help others.

-Inspiration from being at work and having sore legs

"How do they eat it all?" I muttered as I stared at the table filled with more food than I had seen in months. 
She chuckled, pushing me closer to the table. "We don't." She said. "A lot of this will be put away and we'll eat it throughout the week. It's not meant to be eaten all in one day."
I blinked, mouth watering. For a week? Then why prepare it now? Why--
She gently sat me at the table. "Dig in, sweetheart." She murmured. "There's plenty to go around." 

-Inspiration from eating Thanksgiving dinner

Once again I was awakened with a major headache behind my eyes.
One that lasted well into the afternoon, basically until I got out of the house and distracted from...well things for a bit.

Guess we'll see if this morning headache thing continues tomorrow.

Everything aches.

For the past couple of days I've woken with a strong headache behind my eyes.

But also in my heart.
My stomach.
My shoulders.

Everywhere.

I suppose grief does that.

I mean...how can one process the loss of a loved one?
How can one comprehend the full magnitude of no longer having your Mother around?

I wake up with an ache behind my eyes.

An ache from crying.
An ache from sleeping tense.
An ache from stress and worry.
An ache from just....missing her. 


Posts may be sporadic for the next little while. 

Ended up with a headache briefly today.
Which isn't at all surprising, because I had to go to the dentist today.
And that always makes me go rather tense.
Which means my shoulders are tense and my neck is tense, and my jaw hurts from the numbing needle and having to have my mouth open...

So yah. Headache behind the left eye? Not a surprise at all. 

In the Dark

I froze as the lights suddenly went out, leaving me in darkness, the only light in the room shining up at me from my laptop. 
"What is this?" I whisper, slowly lowering the lid of my laptop so my face wasn't highlighted. Cautiously, ears alert for any odd sounds, eyes searching the darkness for signs of movement. The power wasn't supposed to go out. There was no storm outside last I checked.
So that meant--
My heart stopped as the handle to the front door rattled.
Uh oh.

-Inspiration from last night (no door rattling included)

Lost and Found

I took a step back, staring at the man liked I'd seen a ghost. 
"Daddy?" I whisper, shaking my head in disbelief. 
No. It couldn't be. Mom told me that he'd died. That they'd never found the body that--
He smiled, eyes filling with tears. "Hello, Pumpkin." He whispered. "I missed you." 

-Inspiration from a story