Rules: Write down the first thing that pops in your head. NO EDITING ALLOWED!
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I am alone at last with my paper and pen. This alone-time with my two best friends in the world would only take a while. I think I should savor each second while it lasts.
In a bedroom I share with my sister, I rest my back on a stack of pillows and start to write. The mirror attached to my closet's door is covered with a long cloth. I stared at it, and for some reason, my heart started to pound. I just heard the computer room's door downstairs close-- in a few minutes, Ara's going to be here and if the situation gets awkward that I'm still writing this, I shall stop.
It's usually at this hour that my brain is very much alive. I hear everything. I smell everything. I see everything. I hear even my neighbor's cough. I smell the wind's weird scent as it rushes in from my window. I see even the slightest movement of an out-of-place cockroach and house lizard.
There, I heard something from outside again. My heart's beat slightly went faster. It's back to normal now. Right now, I'm still thinking why I'm writing this. I think I might post this.
I've been thinking of... Ara's here. She's standing beside me. She just climbed to bed as she said, "Hey, you're still awake." She's lying beside me now and is randomly singing songs from Rent. Did I mention we share a bed?
Guess she doesn't care that I'm still writing and that I didn't recognize her at all when she came in.
The wind swooshes and I can hear the leaves rustling outside. I think it's raining. The light's still on.
Don't you just hate it when a teddy bear, no matter how cute they look, just sits there and stares at nothing? It's like it's mocking you. I'm still staring at the teddy bear sitting at my bed's foot. And it hasn't moved a millimeter. It's scaring me already.
Oh well. Usually, at this hour, I'm already reflecting as to why I'm still single. But I didn't watch anything romantic enough to make me feel empty tonight. But usually, I do. Just not tonight. It's a good thing, really.
I wonder what it is that repels guys from me. Right now, it doesn't affect me, but when it's one of those nights that a romantic scene is stuck in my head, I usually care as to why I'm still single.
Turning the page broke me from my trance.
Here's another thought: I wonder what it's like to be cuddled. I've watched enough movies and I think cuddling is something I would enjoy. Cuddling. That part only. Cuddling only. Wow, I just stopped myself from writing something in here. I broke my own rule. But then again, I always do.
My hand now hurts. Non-stop writing. I haven't paused yet; not even to think. Stream of thoughts, that's what this is called. Nice mental exercise.
I wonder if I can write down some poetry tonight and turn it into some awesome lyrics. I guess I can't because then I would have to stop and think. And I can't do that. I guess I'm not as talented with words as Dawnson.
Yikes, that bear is still there. Gosh, but then I would freak out more if suddenly it's not there and is already beside me.
Gosh, I just scared myself.
Oh well, good night. I'll read this when I wake up. :D
Cheerio!
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Finished writing this on paper at exactly 12:00 midnight.
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I am alone at last with my paper and pen. This alone-time with my two best friends in the world would only take a while. I think I should savor each second while it lasts.
In a bedroom I share with my sister, I rest my back on a stack of pillows and start to write. The mirror attached to my closet's door is covered with a long cloth. I stared at it, and for some reason, my heart started to pound. I just heard the computer room's door downstairs close-- in a few minutes, Ara's going to be here and if the situation gets awkward that I'm still writing this, I shall stop.
It's usually at this hour that my brain is very much alive. I hear everything. I smell everything. I see everything. I hear even my neighbor's cough. I smell the wind's weird scent as it rushes in from my window. I see even the slightest movement of an out-of-place cockroach and house lizard.
There, I heard something from outside again. My heart's beat slightly went faster. It's back to normal now. Right now, I'm still thinking why I'm writing this. I think I might post this.
I've been thinking of... Ara's here. She's standing beside me. She just climbed to bed as she said, "Hey, you're still awake." She's lying beside me now and is randomly singing songs from Rent. Did I mention we share a bed?
Guess she doesn't care that I'm still writing and that I didn't recognize her at all when she came in.
The wind swooshes and I can hear the leaves rustling outside. I think it's raining. The light's still on.
Don't you just hate it when a teddy bear, no matter how cute they look, just sits there and stares at nothing? It's like it's mocking you. I'm still staring at the teddy bear sitting at my bed's foot. And it hasn't moved a millimeter. It's scaring me already.
Oh well. Usually, at this hour, I'm already reflecting as to why I'm still single. But I didn't watch anything romantic enough to make me feel empty tonight. But usually, I do. Just not tonight. It's a good thing, really.
I wonder what it is that repels guys from me. Right now, it doesn't affect me, but when it's one of those nights that a romantic scene is stuck in my head, I usually care as to why I'm still single.
Turning the page broke me from my trance.
Here's another thought: I wonder what it's like to be cuddled. I've watched enough movies and I think cuddling is something I would enjoy. Cuddling. That part only. Cuddling only. Wow, I just stopped myself from writing something in here. I broke my own rule. But then again, I always do.
My hand now hurts. Non-stop writing. I haven't paused yet; not even to think. Stream of thoughts, that's what this is called. Nice mental exercise.
I wonder if I can write down some poetry tonight and turn it into some awesome lyrics. I guess I can't because then I would have to stop and think. And I can't do that. I guess I'm not as talented with words as Dawnson.
Yikes, that bear is still there. Gosh, but then I would freak out more if suddenly it's not there and is already beside me.
Gosh, I just scared myself.
Oh well, good night. I'll read this when I wake up. :D
Cheerio!
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Finished writing this on paper at exactly 12:00 midnight.
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