It was a cold winter evening in the small town of Millfield. Sarah sat by the fireplace, savoring the warmth that radiated from the crackling logs. Her thoughts drifted to the events of the day as she took a sip of her hot chocolate.
Earlier that day, she had received an unexpected call from her long-lost friend, Emma. They had lost touch after college, but Emma had tracked her down through social media. It was as if time had stood still as they caught up on each other’s lives.
As Sarah gazed into the fireplace, she felt a sense of nostalgia wash over her. She remembered the carefree days of her youth, when life was simple and uncomplicated. Now, in her early thirties, she felt a growing sense of uncertainty and dissatisfaction with her life.
She shook her head, trying to dispel the gloom that threatened to engulf her. She knew she had much to be grateful for – a loving husband, a fulfilling job, and a cozy home. Yet, she couldn’t help feeling restless and unfulfilled.
As if on cue, her phone rang. It was her husband, Mark. “Hey, honey. How was your day?” he asked.
Sarah smiled. “It was good. I had an interesting conversation with an old friend.”
Mark chuckled. “That’s great. Listen, I’m running a bit late from work, so I won’t be home for dinner. Can you manage without me?”
Sarah nodded. “Sure, no problem. Take your time.”
As she hung up the phone, Sarah felt a twinge of disappointment. She had been looking forward to their quiet evening together. But she knew she had to learn to be content with her own company.
She picked up a book from the shelf and settled back into the armchair. As she turned the pages, she felt a sense of peace descend upon her. Maybe life wasn’t so bad after all.
The Muse Be Willing 
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