Tajma Cameron

The Miracle

The star flew crossed the sky as Sheri stood looking out her window, she could hear the rooftop party across the way she sighed ask she couldn't remember the last time she was able to get dressed go out and have fun. She hadn't gone out on a date in years and ever since the pandemic lockdowns it seemed like the social scene was a distant dream, she went back to her desk rubbing her eyes as she sat at the computer to get back to work. Flipping open her black notebook full of scribbled notes highlights doodles tabs but this was her business in the natural she was typing the outlines for her projects onto the organization planner she had so she could stay on schedule. Meetings, conference calls, recording podcasts writing up a blog post, creating PowerPoint making product mockups, and production meetings. But what was it all with if she had no life, her work became her prison and she longed to have file again glancing out the window at the party across the way she sighed again straightening up and adjusting her glasses slipping back into her rabbit hole of work while numbing her mind with a mix if smooth-jazz, neo-soul, and worship music the show must go on.