Writing Practice

She reached for her nightstand and flipped off a switch, plunging her bedroom into darkness.  Rolling onto her back, she closed her eyes.  Her body was ready for sleep, but her mind was not.

The worries of the day filled her brain, tiny lights glowing on a switchboard.  As she began to consider each, she felt a slight pressure on her arm.  Another light lit, brightly.  She pushed the weight away.

“Go lay down.”

The tiny light dimmed as the pressure lifted.  She waited, listening.  From the floor near her bed she finally heard the slight groan that was her dog’s version of a resigned sigh.  No longer concerned about him, the bulb that had lit in her mind darkened.

Returning to her thoughts, a few concerns brightened to catch her attention as the others slowly faded.  Focusing on one, work-related, she scrolled through her mental list of the process she had followed and finally reached a decision on her next step for tomorrow.  The light winked out.    Another darkened on its own as her mind began to slow. 

Two tiny lights remained, weakly glowing, concerns waiting to be addressed.  Instead of reaching for them, she turned her thoughts toward her breathing.  Slow.  Steady.  Her mind quieted.  One bulb blinked, then went out.  The last, insistent, flared for a moment before sleep took her and the switchboard went dark.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Isabella Louise Anderson
    Mar 04, 2011 @ 09:29:27

    Great blog post! 🙂


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