Garage door rattled; I cleared myself a corner. One laptop, coffee cups, a crooked paper order. Typed up the offer, then hovered over send. Cold brew and cold feet; I hit the button anyway. Inbox stayed empty; the radiator answered back. I checked that screen till sunrise striped the cracked floor. Then one small question lit the corner of the screen. I pulled my chair in close and answered it straight.
From this garage, I get it done. One more cup, then one more run.
That question turned to an order; I reread it twice. Wrote the invoice slowly, checking every price. A payment came through; I let the mug go cold. Then revised the page where I'd been vague before. More questions came in; I learned to answer faster. Coffee rings spread wider; my checklist filled the margins. One laptop held the work, the orders, every mistake. I cleared that desk by midnight, ready for tomorrow.
From this garage, I get it done. One more cup, then one more run.
I close the laptop; the garage goes quiet. Leave one clean mug beside tomorrow's list.
From this garage, I get it done. One more cup, then one more run.
At dawn, I lift the door and start again.
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