The freaking tiny pebbles are getting all stuck in my shoes. Urgggg. This is stupid. I mean why did I come down to the lake anyway? I'm pretty sure I forgot to lock the door too.
Uriah always told me to get fresh air every now and then, and this shore sure has a breeze.
*A chuckle slips out of my lips.*
Yup, definitely a breeze.
This is stupid. I'm not a little kid. I can't kick off my shoes and play pirates by the water anymore. How could I play pirates by myself, anyway? Impossible.
But I can still hear the thin sticks clang against each other, almost in a rhythmic tune.
A piano backing track would go really well with that tune.
What am I even doing? I have a job, things to do, people to call. I can't waste my time here, doing absolutely nothing productive.
Too bad meetings can't be by the lake. I would much rather talk about the production of baseball bats by the water.
Not like those to topics have a correlation, but it would be more relaxing.
To be by the lake, I mean.
*A moan replaces the small smile budding on my lips.*
This cold air is muddling up my head. I can't think here. Uriah was wrong. This is stupid. I'll just open up a window and let the air come to me next time. Next time? Who said there would be a next time?
*I stared up at the clouds*
*I reach in my pocket and grab my phone.*
"Hey, Uriah? Yeah, can you set up a meeting by the lake? Yeah, I can see my reflection in it really well."
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