Microfiction: A Humid Daydream

This is a piece of micro-fiction I wrote for my creative writing class today. Ink from my ballpoint pen rolls down the page. The ambient humidity acting as a shield between the porous page and my words and thoughts. I'm reminded of the physicality of ideas, but my moment to navel gaze is interrupted by the chair beneath me. Its hard plastic is dull, obnoxious, and distracting. Pressing wretchedly…