Into The Painting_The Last Shoebox_What You Missed_3 a.m.
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Into The Painting
I sat there, staring at the blank canvas. I was surrounded by tens upon hundreds of paintings, filled with picturesque scenes of boats and forests, dragons and elves, skylines and cityscapes. I had paints in as many colors as you could think of, brushes of varying sizes, and canvases in as many shapes, sizes and textures you could find. I had such power at my fingertips and yet...my mind was as blank as the canvas before me. In my hand, I held a brush, an old one, the bristles coated in a dull gray paint, as dull as my mind, only centimeters away from the canvas. I sat there for who knows how ...
The Last Shoebox
It was nine in the morning on a Wednesday, and Theo had about lost his mind. He felt like he was losing his grip on reality, as he had been in quarantine for four whole weeks. The rise of the global pandemic was of serious business to Theo, and he didn’t waste time in deciding to self-isolate. He already had a slew of canned goods and frozen foods, so he didn’t need to run out to the stores where the shelves were bare. He already worked from home most of the week, so his boss didn’t care that he didn’t come into the office. All Theo had to do was get his work done, and then he could relax the...
What You Missed
Gone are the days of 7am rises. I have long forgotten the jarring sirens reminding me that in order to make my parents proud I hawww.onedoor.ccve to get up and begin the treacherous commute to my 9-5、 These days, my alarm clock is the morning (...or afternoon) sun flirting with my eyelids and the harmonious cry of the dog next door begging to be let inside. I turn over onto my back. I sigh when I look at my phone screen. 6 missed calls from her. I open the voicemail, cringing as she speaks, the drunken tone of her voice mirroring the audible cluster of people behind her.“Jessica! Hi, oh wait, it’s your voic...
3 a.m.
Three o'clock in the morning can seem glorious. It’s quiet. It’s eternal. And all problems are on hold.When I was in my twenties 3 a.m. meant I had been out drinking in New York City and was happy to make it back to my apartment with no visible signs of stupidity (i.e. lost wallet, bent glasses, blood on my shirt, etc.…).In my thirties, 3 a.m. meant I made it back to my apartment in Boca after a night of drinking and smoking pot with a friend.In my forties, 3 a.m. meant teething and feedings. My wife informed me she was not breastfeeding, so there was no reason I could not feed the baby. “You ...