Thoughts That Should Have Stayed Drafts.
The Sweet Pea Incident
It all started with a title that turned blue when I hovered the mouse over it.
There was no document.
There was no link.
There was absolutely nothing.
But my brain, in a remarkable display of confidence, reached only one possible conclusion:
There has to be something important here.
From that moment on, reality ceased to matter.
My brain had already begun writing an entirely different story.
Then came the climactic moment:
—I can’t open it.
Naturally.
Because there was nothing to open.
❌ There was no document.
❌ There was no link.
❌ There was absolutely nothing.
✅ My imagination was already working overtime.
Some ideas are born from inspiration.
Others from pure chance.
And then there are the ones that appear when the Attic’s Sweet Pea stares at a blue title for far too long.
Those are the dangerous ones.
From that point on, reality became completely irrelevant.
For a few seconds, I was absolutely convinced there had to be some hidden document.
I can’t remember what it was supposed to be about.
But Sister Potato was in it.
Somehow…
Sister Potato always finds her way into the story.
