Pen in hand, he stared at the blinking cursor on the white background. He was stuck. There was nothing to write about. They told him to keep it simple. But simple is not as easy as it seems.
His head was swarming with fairy tales of magic and dragons and princesses and kings and monsters. But they were all asleep somewhere, unable to be driven out of his head and brought to life.
He fixed his posture, straightened his back and inhaled deeply. He then slowly let out the air that had refreshed his lungs and looked hopefully at his computer screen.
Where had it all gone? He was a person whose imagination ran wild and who could write about anything at anytime. But not now.
His emails bleeped away with newsletters and greetings from colleagues, but all he could hear was the clock ticking and his deadline drawing nearer.
All he had to do was write about something, anything. It was supposed to be simple. Supposed being the key word.
He moved to the couch to clear his head. But he soon fell asleep. Two hours later he leapt up like a damaged spring and raced to his computer.
Sometimes the things we take for granted, the simple things, are not merely as simple or as easy or as abundantly available as we may think.
He had found his topic.
Also part of Daily Prompt: Simple