In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”
Walk to train station.
Wait for train.
Work, Work, Work.
Wait for coffee to kick in.
Worry over stats not matching up –
Wipe sweat from furrowed brow,
Whisper obscenities to myself.
Wanting lunch soon, I’m hungry.
Whistle as I go to grab a sanwich.
Waltz back to my desk at 2pm.
Warp speed occurs as the rest of the day flies by.
Whizz back home and write on WordPress.
Wayne’s off to bed!