It happened yesterday morning. My eyes were closed and I was on my back in my comfy bed on a chilly morning. Raindrops were tapping on my bedroom window. My MacBook Pro was propped open at a 45º angle on top of my bended knees, eagerly awaiting crisp new words for the morning's blog story. My mind drifted into a sleepy state. That's when creativity attacked me like a thief in the night. I felt a powerful jab on my head. When my eyes popped open, over-sized letters from my keyboard were staring at me from close-up. I was the victim of a Mac attack. My laptop pounced on me and landed a punch right between my eyes.
I had one of those Dr. Smith moments from Lost in Space. I could hear my brain yelling, "Oh the pain." The blow struck me about a quarter inch above my eye glasses and left a horizontal gash, connecting my eyebrows and transforming them into a uni-brow just like Bernie from Sesame Street. Still stunned from the surprise attack, I wiped my forehead and noticed blotches of blood on my fingertips.
What am I going to do? I thought. How am I going to explain this at my day job? I stopped the bleeding from my flesh wound and wrote my story for the day before hitting the showers. That's when I decided to turn tragedy into today's blog. That's what writers do — they paint pictures of their characters in the silliest situations for entertainment purposes. I hope you enjoy this little ditty.
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