Snippets of SnapDragon

Sometimes, when things seem extra out-of-sorts, I like to take a little moment for myself.

It usually involves an old notebook of some kind: one that has been written in for reasons unremembered.

I like to then tear out those pages, ignoring the perforation and enjoying the squiggly spaghetti strands left in the silver spiral.

Fresh. Start.

I write my name: First, Middle, and Last.

Phone Number. Home Address. Job Title.

I marvel at the curvature of my handwriting.

This is me, on paper.

So simple.

Here I am.

. . .

Other times I reorganize my bathroom drawers: chapsticks, deodorant bars, shampoos, and dozens of trial-size soaps.

I put them in an orderly stack, and comfort myself with the promise-of-product inside.

I’ll wash away yesterday’s weariness.

My body will be made new.

. . .

And when I’m in bed, clothed in an oversized hooded sweatshirt, I hope the night will bring true rest.

Restoration.

Dreamless sleep.

Recovery.

. . .

Because here I am.

And here you are.

Here we are.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and tried-and-true fan of the Compact Disc.

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