It's strange. I have a very hard time keeping up with writing in my journal, but for some reason I'm able to be a lot more loyal to blogging. Maybe it's because it doesn't feel as pointless due to the probability that at least a few people will see my writing. I still like to journal more personal things for therapeutic benefits, but I don't need to do that very frequently. I brought this up because a few people recently approached me and told me about how they're reading my blog. I was surprised and happy. So thanks for letting me know! I am so tempted to comment on something I read today, but I'm going to follow through on my goal of only posting original writing this week. Here's an intro to one of my short stories.
My legs are shaking and my heart is beating so fast that I feel like it’s about to burst. As I stare up at the glow in the dark stars on my bedroom ceiling I just assume that I’ve had a bad dream. The peachy glow of the rested sun illuminates my green shag carpet and I smile at the thought of the brand-new day. I have no idea what startled me back into consciousness but I'm glad for it because I love waking up just as the sun is rising. I adore witnessing the way the light falls across my lavender walls and the feel of the early morning breeze coming through my window. No one else is in this room seeing and feeling what I am. I like the idea that this one moment belongs only to me, but then I hear something that I haven’t heard for over four years. I pray that the sound is all in my head and I convince myself that it is, but as I turn around every atom of my being freezes. There, sitting on my window sill is the sign that all I’ve finally become accustomed to in the past four years was again about to change.
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