150 Words: A Haunted Mind
It's Sunday afternoon, winter rain taps on the windowsill. I listen to my husband's soft breathing and envy him his sleep. I lie there with my eyes open. In my mind, thoughts chase each other ruthlessly, like seagulls squabbling over a fish in the air. I'm incapable of following them as they spin so quickly, making me helplessly plunge from one emotion into another. I've had enough. I harden myself and sternly look at them with my inner eyes. The thoughts uncertainly sit down in a corner of my mind and gaze at me, puzzled. They are weak, translucent. Taking a deep breath, I realize the power was never with them; it was my attention that kept them alive. I turn my gaze away. From the corner of my eye, I sense them vanishing, like exhaled cigarette smoke on a dark street corner. I finally fall into a peaceful sleep.
– Eszter
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