Drifting and dreaming, neither completely asleep nor fully awake, softly, gently, wafting upward towards consciousness, like a child’s toy balloon. No blaring alarms, no beeping cellphones, shall I awaken? What must I do today??
After half a century of faithful service to often unfaithful employers, I serve no man. Master of my own fate, except for She Who Must Be Obeyed, Captain of my own ship, I chart my own course. I eat when I am hungry, and sleep when I am tired. I hear the siren call to compose another blog post. Avast and ahoy my fellow Friday Fictioneers.
If you’d like to join the fun with the Friday Fictioneers, go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site, and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.