*please be kind… first attempt at writing*
Sifting through paper after paper for the past few hours has begun to take its toll. My hands feverishly lace through my lengthy auburn locks as I coax myself to pursue my endeavors; despite my discomfort. The space between my legs becomes hot as my frustration grows with the task at hand. I push my glasses back to their rightful place atop the bridge of my nose and return to my work with a heavy sigh. *Ten more pages.* I shift my weight from side to side in my office chair, the words are becoming difficult to distinguish. The grandfather clock boldly announces the first hour of the new day. Startled, I kick my chair so that I whirl around in a circle; a childlike joy consumes me as my hair fans out from the motion, momentarily weightless.
I stand abruptly, leaving the last few pages for a fresh mind, and pull on my running shoes. Too late of an hour to rouse my sleeping dog to accompany me, I quietly let myself out the back door. The brisk winter air stings my tired eyes. I come alive in the stillness of the night, my heart lurches in my chest. My feet yearn to fly and I can no-longer constrain them. I begin to run my familiar path, the moon and stars are my companions. My breathing comes quickly at first but evens out as my pace regulates.