My mind (desktop) is a mess.
My life (bedroom) is a mess.
Speckles of hope
spattered onto the stillness.
My husband was a neat freak, fastidious and meticulous, and he used to remake our bed after I did. He wasn’t much into engineering or managing, though. His files and desktop were always scattered somewhat.
My bed will never be as neat as it used to be and, since I am using his laptop, the desktop is still a mess.
At least, my days are calm, just a repeat of yesterday’s.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweeping Motions.”
“What’s messier right now — your bedroom or you computer’s desktop (or your favorite device’s home screen)? Tell us how and why it got to that state.”