“Babe, it’s time to run the kids to school they’re gonna be late!”, my wife said angrily, as I tap tap tapped on the glass of my iPhone. I have no idea how much longer I’m actually going to take, you can’t rush the genius pouring out into your Daily Prompt or the shit coming out the other end. To restore calm to the aggravated love of my life I yell through the door, “I just need five more minutes.”

Ah, five more minutes to think, and then five more minutes to write. Shoot! I need to crack this door open and tell her I need another five minutes. But as soon as I do, she’s probably gonna say, “your full of shit.”

As to which I’ll respond back immaturely, “In five mins I won’t be!”

To which she’ll scold me for the rest of the day. Is it worth telling the truth now that technically I should be getting off the toilet? Damn, it’s not a big deal right one small fib I could’ve never known the extent of it. I guess some things are better leee… Just then the bathroom door is thrown open with phenomenal strength, and a furious, green, she-hulk towers over me,

“Joseph! what the hell are you doing? You said you’d be 5 mins, that was 10 mins ago. And what the hell, that smells horrible, what are you eating gawd!”

Then it hits me, I can be an honest man on this toilet, answer truthfully, and finish out my prompt, in one fell swoop. So I tap tap tap away. Look up at my wife and say, “It’s not fear I smell, it’s future.”

Speechless, and confused, she storms off. Knowing I crushed my Daily Prompt and my wife’s trust, I flush the toilet. Was it worth it, or was it all futile? Only the future knows.