Writers Block

Opening and closing the curtains. Looking outside, then back to my paper. Silence. Then tearing sounds. The curtains scraping the screen. I opened the window to help me think. But the muggy heat is tearing me up. So I hide in the shower. Standing still, water flows. An inkling comes to mind. The shampoo slips from my hand. I try to hold on. But it’s gone. Trudging back to my desk. My hair is wet from the shower. But the water quickly evaporates.