A Decent Rest

Trekking back from the grocer on stiff plastic joints had my heels crying for mercy by nightfall. Right on the polished side table, a thick woolen coaster sat completely neglected beside an unread paperback. I climbed onto the surface, squared my posture, and settled right into the center of the weave. My knuckles folded over my watch just so. Watching shadows stretch across the ceiling is infinitely more productive than chasing whatever nonsense tomorrow will inevitably bring.