The feeling like something is about to happen.
It feels like an itch between the shoulderblades, so deep that no amount of itching could get rid of it. Like a target is painted there and I can feel where the arrow is going to land, but it hasn't landed yet.
Most of the time I feel like this, nothing happens.
If anything prompts this feeling, it's the belief something should be happening and frustration that it's not. I've just got off for break, I don't go back in until the second or so week of January, and I don't know what to do with myself.
I could work (I have a poster to do) but my brain is still tired from finishing up the semester and it's Saturday.
I could rest, but that's the sort of thing that brings up this feeling something should be happening.
I could write -- I probably should write. That would likely get me out of the house, because I write better at the cafe. A short story awaits.
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