I was sitting in my room by myself. Nothing was happening. I expected a ghost to come by. They often do when it's quiet. But it stayed silent.
I got up and looked out the window. I saw an owl in the tree across from my hotel room. The owl nodded. I nodded back. I don't care if I'm sharing time with a human or a bird or some other kind of animal. As long as I can connect.
The phone rang. It was my agent. She asked how my writing was coming along. I thanked her for reminding me why I rented the room in the first place. I wasn't getting anything done at home. The dogs always want to be walked. My kid wants me to color with him. My wife wants me to make pancakes. They are good pancakes, so I get it.
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