Tranquil music is playing, according to Alexa.
The cat is waiting for the laptop to find its way elsewhere.
Every time I look over she raises her voice.
Only a few more words. Maybe just one more sentence.
Alexa asks me to rate the song that just finished.
Wait. Where was I? What was I even writing about? The smart speaker broke my concentration and as I read through the story I’ve been working on none of it makes any sense.
Has this been a wasted morning? I take a moment to sip the coffee. Sipping the coffee was a mistake. It’s still too hot.
I set the laptop on the cushion beside me and wiggle my tongue in the air, a futile effort to rid myself of the painful burn.
The cat sees the opening and leaves her perch.
The story rests unfinished as she purrs.