Creative Contour

Sleeping with someone is just a nightly struggle to see who can steal the most fabric

Moving like a secret agent for the sake of a midnight bowl of cereal.

When your therapist starts taking notes instead of laughing, suddenly the joke feels a lot less funny.

Blended to perfection.

Friday hits and suddenly my brain clocks out before my shift does.

Me pretending I totally know what to choose while internally buffering.

My brain every weekday after getting zero motivation to function.

The tone changes completely when “have a nice day” turns into “enjoy the next 24 hours.

Me confidently saying I can do it and then immediately realizing I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

Silence from a toddler during the holidays usually means the Christmas tree is already under creative redesign.