Tiny Gecko

Today’s draft is inspired by the small surprises that bring hope back to a difficult day. And also by the tiny gecko running across the kitchen table at my teacher’s home.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn the quiet of an empty kitchen, I could almost imagine I heard it first -- the gecko running across and under the table, disappearing into the wall beyond.I could pretend its feet were like my beloved's exhalesas he sleeps deeply beside me,or that I heard it slip into darkness like a sigh after the last bite of mango sticky rice. In truth, I only saw it, a blur of motion and direction,a delightful glitch in the stillness of the room. Even so, every sense captured the essence of "gecko,"sending moving pictures along the nervous system,lacing rest over a heart heavy with anticipation of leaving.