~Euphoria~

It was a typical November evening, the sun was setting. It was utterly beautiful ‘ARGH THIS IS SO HARD’ Jack sighed in frustration. He had spent hours, days and possibly weeks trying to get the same book written. But this is the worst case of writer's block Jack had ever gotten.

He’d been struggling to get a single idea written on his blank page. It was as if his mind was either blank, wondering about something else or dealing with the issues that come with life. His wife had left him, 2 weeks ago. Now that can leave a man with mixed feelings.

After a few moments of staring at the blank page. He thought about how much easier it would be if he’d kept his mouth shut. Jack sighed in frustration ‘I keep messing up, messing up my marriage, messing up this stupid piece of writing’ he looked out side at the shining sun. ‘I’m miserable and I feel like giving up’ Jack spoke to his dog.

Bella was Jack’s golden retriever. She was always energetic and even on the darkest days she made Jack smile. Bella came to live with Jack after he moved out of college and got his own place. His parents had gone into retirement and they were probably sick of having ‘ a mangy old mutt prancing around in their castle of gold’.

Jack came from a wealthy family, his dad was a lawyer, and his mother practiced in medicine. Jack grew up in a busy household, even though he was an only child. His parents were always popping in and out as their occupations required lots of time. But it’s what made them happy, and who was Jack to question that.

After leaving college Jack decided to travel the world. He has a strange ambition that drove him to see the many wonders the world had to offer. He spent 10 years traveling. He went to Hawaii and surfed the tropical waves, he studied music in Tokyo and met the love of his life in Paris.

She was a lovely woman. Jack knew the minute he laid eyes on her that he’d marry her one day. From that day on, they were like 2 peas in a pod. A loving, happy couple that moved to North Carolina where she'd continue to record music and he’d write.

Jack stood up from his desk. He walked over to the window. He looked at the moon, the wonderful crescent moon it seemed so peaceful. He walked outside, the moonlit path and the cold air on his face. He was flooded with euphoria as he slowly strolled through the darkness of the night.