Each morning I sit in the center of the old courtyard and wait for the town to wake up. It’s been a month since the silence of sleep descended, even the plants are dormant.

Routine keeps me busy, checking each courtyard and section of the city.
Why haven’t they woken up yet? Time is barren and I am so tired.


Linked to Scribe’s Cave–a weekly micro flash picture prompt

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9 thoughts on “I Am Awake

      1. My muse spends most of her time at the spa. Wish I could too.
        Muses aren’t really interested in editing/revisions unfortunately. Then you seek out a writing guardian angel.

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