Inside Matt Lauer’s Mind

Inside Matt Lauer’s Mind

Matt Lauer attempt, and Matt Lauer come up short. 

Matt Lauer has been feeling numerous things of late. Matt Lauer is a shrewd man, a great man. 

Matt Lauer chooses it is great to have a couple of days to himself. Matt Lauer chooses to take his brilliant green convertible north, to the farmland, to the lodge he possesses. A lodge he constructed himself, really. A lodge where, there, he feels well. 

On the drive, Matt Lauer considers and considers. 

Minimal Matt Lauer was a whip-keen child. Minimal Matt Lauer wanted to giggle. Minimal Matt Lauer was very timid. Minimal Matt Lauer covered up under mother's smock, watching her burn ears of corn on the barbecue in summer. Minimal Matt Lauer pondered what it resembles to copy on the flame broil, perceived this as an exceptionally dim idea, and, feeling sorry, petitioned God for a considerable length of time. Sufficiently after petition, he felt exonerated. Presently Matt Lauer does not view himself as religious, but rather feels he has an agreeable viewpoint on confidence in light of his childhood. 

Matt Lauer is hitched, with kids. How rapidly they've developed, he considers. Before long they will wed, settle down, and have their own particular Matt Lauers. 

Matt Lauer pulls up to his lodge. It is about midnight. Matt Lauer mixes his most loved espresso, empties it into the turtle mug, includes a liberal sprinkle of hefty. Matt Lauer doesn't know why he appreciates this drink, just realizes that getting a charge out of anything at all is a supernatural occurrence. The turtle mug, the espresso, the strong, every thing his own particular glad supernatural occurrence. 

Matt Lauer strolls outside. It is profoundly tranquil. Calmer than the "Today" appear. 

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Matt Lauer gazes toward the stars, sees a pale one sparkling, and sees himself. Matt Lauer knows he is a piece of something more. 

In any case, of what? 

Matt Lauer does not recognize what is out there. This inclination is overpowering. In the day he feels safe, for in the daytime there is the "Today" appear. The day and the "Today" demonstrate are one and the same for Matt Lauer, and the commonality is consoling to him. 

All Matt Lauer knows is that when it isn't the "Today" appear, it is night. Is it the "Today around evening time" appear? There is no chance to get of knowing. In any occasion, the nonattendance of the sun is alarming. 

Matt Lauer takes after the way back to his lodge, past where snakes and other obscure things have driven little gaps in the ground. Matt Lauer ponders what's down there. Matt Lauer considers, This is one insane, excellent life. Matt Lauer feels appreciation, with a full stomach and a vacant turtle mug. Matt Lauer loses himself in this serene appreciation, to such an extent that he in the long run dismisses the way. He freezes for a moment, supposing he may stay away for the indefinite future to the lodge. Yet, in the end he rights himself, as Matt Lauer dependably has done, and as, in spite of this current blow, Matt Lauer will keep on doing. 

When he restores, the lodge is still so peaceful that it influences him to need to cry. 

Matt Lauer looks to Matt Lauer's canine, snoozing on the yard. What might it be want to be him? Matt Lauer quickly fantasizes about being Matt Lauer's pooch. The strolls, the nourishment, the rest. Sounds altogether different from life now. In any case, at that point Matt Lauer censures himself for speculation such a drained figure of speech. This isn't what the system would need.