A Plethora of Patterns
The world is made of patterns. I've got a stack of writing to read , but when I spread the papers out a pattern of paper sheets and markings emerged. Move them to the left or right and another design. Take the fourth word from the first sentence of each paper and you could write a new story. So I delayed reading and went looking for other patterns.
Now I'll return to the papers—now neatly placed in organized piles and primly waiting for a perusal.