To think that I even woke up early thinking I’d get to do what I planned today. But upon that conversation with Alicia, I lost the will to continue.
I sighed as I slouched in my swivel chair. When I went back here in my main office at the art gallery, I had been staring at the blank notepad in front of me. My mind buzzed with thoughts, but still, I wasn’t able to grasp a single one. I exhaled, then sit back straight. I tapped the end of my pen against the desk, the rhythmic sound filling the quiet room.
The air smelled faintly of paint and varnish, and I have always liked how it created a comforting scent that reminded me of why I loved this place—but at that moment, I felt lost. It didn’t seem to work.
A soft knock on the door pulled me out from my thoughts.
"Come in," I called, thin
