Going Through The Motions

It's lunch time. A stack of bills to process four inches thick patiently waits at my desk. I'm on my third bottle of water for the day. Painfully neglected fingernails tap on overused keys. This morning's repetitive motion sunk it's teeth into my neck, shoulders and wrists. My head is filled with somewhere else. At some point, the ride will stop and I will get off. Until then, creme-filled chocolate cookies washed down with mountain spring water absorb the motion sickness and kill the vertigo. There is work to be done and there are songs to be sung and there are movies to watch and once the clock strikes 6, I will wake up only to fall into a different dream.