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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”

Wake up.


Walk to train station.

Wait for train.

Walk to

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!