As he was sitting at his desk on what had started out like any other regular work day where he pushed papers from left to right and then back from right to left, he noticed an opening. It reached his awareness in an extraordinarily slow fashion like tea seeping into hot water and becoming visible as little clouds of brown making their way through transparent matter at the speed of a snail and leaving traces of taste all along. Once his eyes had gotten used to see this opening, they were unable to unsee it. His vision ran along the edge of the opening as if to better grasp the size and shape of it, an elongated oval with pointed angles at the top and bottom and nothing but darkness in the middle. He forced himself to go back to work and push a few papers to make progress and accomplish something or at least a little bit more during this work day but the allure of the newly found irregularity in his day pulled his attention away from the papers into the direction of the opening. When he finally succumbed and allowed his eyes to look at it again - the entire resistance to getting away from work lasting less than a few seconds - he noticed that the opening had grown during his absence which fascinated and scared him at the same time and made him pull his attention back to work again in a rather sudden fashion. And so it went for a while, this back and forth between pushing papers and catching a glimpse of the opening, and with each new look it appeared bigger and more inviting and eventually, and almost on a whim and despite better intentions and a deep loyalty to the regularity of his work life, he took a leap and jumped into the dark of the opening. The sun was still up high in the sky and his work day was not even half over, and here he went and left for something different.
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 3: Write a surreal prose poem!
California Journal 