Beyond The Sheets: Be Inspired to Do

The pen scratched the sheet of paper and words flowed with such fluidity that even the writer marveled.

The list grew longer. "I will...I will and I will" then at the last dot, he dropped his pen, leaned back in his chair and smiled. "There, all done. This is beautiful."

Then the unexpected happened.

Each sentence of "I will" took form and the figments of his imagination leaped off the sheet. His eyes grew wide and he cried out in agony. "Nooooo. Come back here! You were made for the sheet and not the world."

He shot out of the chair and ran after the forms grabbing at them frantically. He groaned as they ducked and swerved and eluded his grasp. One jumped out the window, another through the open door. Each searched and squeezed through any opening found. Soon they had all escaped and his sheet was left bare.

He sunk to the floor in despair and cried out at his loss.

Then he heard a call that sounded much like his voice. He stood and wiped his tears. Still holding his empty sheet, he stepped out of his room.

"Ohh..." The sight he met left him breathless. His hands flew to his mouth and his sheet slipped down to the moist ground. He stood transfixed by the indescribable beauty of the world he beheld, at the splatter of color that followed the tiny forms that bounced all over.

"What...how..who?

He felt a slight tug at the helm of his trouser, so he looked down. A tiny figure smiled up at him,

"We were made for the world and not the sheet."

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