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It happens sometimes. It always seems to be when I’m on the way to do something else, but it happens. Just passing by the bed, I think Maybe I’ll just sit for a minute, one leg curled underneath and one foot on the floor so that I’m nearly ready to spring into action again once the moment for sitting on the bed has passed. And sometimes it’s easy to get up, go back to whatever it was I’d been doing, but then there are other times when I just have to lean back, lie down. Only for a minute, I say to myself, because after all, there are things to do. I don’t even move my feet, just leave them, one stuck underneath, one (now only almost) touching the floor. I can’t help it if one minute rolls into the other, then that minute turns into the next. I have no control over time, after all. And it really is a lovely day outside, I can see it just fine from where I am, can smell the fresh spring air and feel the slight breeze. The breeze is cool enough that I might put on a sweater or curl up under a blanket if I was going to stay like this, but of course I’m not, because I was just pausing for a moment on the way to do… something. I’m sure it was important. Besides, if I was staying, I’d move to a more comfortable position, and perhaps pick up that book I started reading last night, but I’m not. Because I’m going to get up and get busy in a minute. Just a minute.
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