slippers

BRAINS DON’T CREATE. This is the thought that popped into my head first thing this morning, stepping into my slippers. The thought wasn’t a dream. I was definitely awake.

     But it felt pre-formed when it bubbled up out of nowhere, like the little lady who lives inside my head had been up all night, stitching the thought together sentence by sentence in anticipation of my awakening, so that she might publish it from her sewing machine the very moment I stepped into my slippers. Brains don't create, the little lady whispered. People create.