SOL

     I have no ideas for my Slice of Life. I am typing on my blog. I glance down at the keys, and tap my fingers lightly over the tops of them. I write this sentence. There is a weird picture of an alien on the window in front of the computer. I write about it, glancing up at it. My fingers are fire on the keys when I have something to write. There are large gaps between these sentences where I am staring up at the ceiling or at the rough wall. I write more. This is happening right now. I glance up at a nail on the wall. I write about it. There is another nail. I just wrote about that one, too. I bite the inside of my cheek, shift my legs around in the chair, and type this sentence. This is happening at 1:53 in the afternoon. Now it is 1:54. I still have nothing to write about, but there is now a large-ish paragraph on the page. I scratch my cheek. I rub at my eye. I write about it. There is an orange button that says "Publish." Should I click it? I click it.