the many tasks fluttered in her head
circling flocks
bumping into one another
breaking apart
merging
giving birth to new to dos
so she wrote them down
she generated lists
packing lists, grocery lists, studio to do lists, gardening lists,
chore lists
that night, as she slept restlessly
a spontaneous origami event occurred
the lists all folding themselves into the shape of a figure
a rustling, whispering, eyeless figure
that stood in the dark at the foot of her bed and watched her
she heard it’s paper lungs expanding and contracting in the stillness
and remembered all the many tasks she had yet to do