Space. The Not So Final Choice. Could be outer space, could be space around you, could be the space bar that I’m hitting between every word right now, could be that you are spacing out, and…Hmm I’ll get on with it before you truly do space out. Question to come, so don’t space out yet.

What are five objects we’d find in your writing space? (Why are you in my writing space? Stalker much. I need my space. Get it?)

That’s the kind of space you want, huh? Objects too. The cat may not take too kindly to being called an object. That makes 1. Does the laptop count? I mean I have to have it to actually write. So I guess that makes two. See what I did there? No? 1…two…got it now?

If the cat is an object than I guess I am too. Me and my crazy mind. Does that make 3 and 4? Nah, as one needs the other to work, so we’ll stick with three. Wouldn’t want to leave water out. Need to suck back something to make me get up and move around every twenty minutes or so. Sitting is the silent killer, so they say. Whoever they are.

And for five…hmm…have to go with the trusty butt pillow. Hey, it works and keeps the back from having a fit. Don’t judge. Or judge. Me and my butt pillow don’t care.

Boy, was that long winded, huh? It sure took up some space. Look! We are back to that again. Went full circle in cyberspace. Better stop before you go back to spacing out.

Do you have five objects? Did you know that space was used so much for different things? Did you space out?

Enjoy life, forget the strife.