I wish that I had a little pocket dimension where time was slower and I could step in it to write. There, I wouldn’t be allergic to anything and so wouldn’t have to press a tissue to my nose every so often and I could take my cat. I would be able to play music or movies in the background without thinking about bothering others by replaying the same ‘study with me’ videos over and over. I would be able to lounge around and sit or lie at every angle to write, regardless of physics, and my back wouldn’t complain about it. I would have a stash of snacks and drinks but they wouldn’t be ‘real’ and so I wouldn’t have to worry about becoming morbidly obese inside, I would just have to worry about the impending hunger and exhaustion after stepping out. But it would be like a room that I can dictate the decor and realism of at will, turning it into whatever I need at the time. A room where my desk is still at the window but instead of a street outside it’s the cosmos rotating around me with rainy mood playing in the background all of the time. I would be able to write my notes on the walls and store memos in them so I could track everything in front of me instead of in dozens of notebooks. I would be able to make characters appear on the walls as I see them in my head.

It sounds like I would be just as distracted in there as I would be out here. But I do wish that, no matter if I have a desk facing out into the street or a desk in a pocket dimension surrounded by space; that I will always be able to write.