The weight of the cold uncaring laptop pressed gently on his inner thighs while he struggled to remember a tidbit that had come and gone, leaving him sure he'd been inspired but feeling all the more useless for having lost it.
The idea skirted away from him like a little girl's laugh in the hazy playgrounds of memory.
All he could get a firm hold on was the feeling of dissatisfaction. He knew he was stupidly trying to escape thinking by writing, but everything kept cycling around to that rather-be-attending-to need.
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I know the feeling all too well...nicely done!
I agree with sanmiguel, I've been there, though I wonder if the simile in the middle would be a great opening. Do you need the "stupidly" adverb?
I like how much imagery you put into your writing, but (and this is hypocritical because I do it so much myself *but not as creatively as you*)I wonder if a little less would magnify more of what is left?