A Number is Lost

The day started ever so slowly the morning merging into the afternoon all too easily. Coffee was not missed and sluggish recall was not indulged due to non interest. Once again like a sea worn Captain she took the helm, smooth waters ahead as far as the eye could see.Her mind often drifted to the sea because of it's seeming spacelessness which suited her for she was first and foremost a dreamer.Another take would be it was how she had learned to navigate.Images it appeared walked with thought some way. Some time ago she had formulated that the day and events thereof arose and she had decided to arise with them riding the crests when possible ,navigating when not and flustered inbetween. There was a nagging thought that someone needed to be talked to,with or some such thing.Now the book she was working on flashed across her horizon and she remembered her sponser her present bank needed an