Floating Umbrellas

Floating

He sat at his computer and blinked at the words on the screen. Dry eyelids felt like paper rubbing on his pupils. His neck muscles were ready to call it a night and let his head droop forward. The vivid descriptions and engaging dialogue made no difference—the chapter was off. Something about it just didn’t fit. He was stuck, floating in his own mind.

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