We all want to be somewhere else sometimes. Someone else. Living a different life in a different place.
Write me a paragraph about where/who you’d rather be right now.
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» JM
July 8th, 2007 at 1:08 am
The bells woke me that chilly Sunday morning, which should not have surprised me as much as it did. The bell tower stood directly across from my window, after all. I yawned and stretched, my bed creaking at my every movement, but I didn’t care. I was home. Edinburgh lay at my feet. Quite literally, as I was on the forth floor of the Bed and Breakfast. I disentangled myself from the bedclothes, stood, and shivered. Dear Heavens, it was cold! My dressing gown had seen better days, but it did a good job of stopping my teeth from chattering. Edging past the bed, I somehow managed to get the coffee started while barely taking my eyes off of the window. I could see a bit of the street if I stood at the correct angle. Today, I would go to the castle, I decided as I carefully sipped my coffee. Yes, the castle and then tea on the Royal Mile. Over tea I could make my decision. Weigh my options. Decide…if I really had to go back. Ever.
July 8th, 2007 at 2:03 am
Hmmm…
Too tired and fevered to write much. Good idea though. I’ll give it a shot another day.
July 8th, 2007 at 5:49 am
Elisa - Lovely picture. I like how you put ‘bad’ things like being cold in the place you want to be. It makes it all the more real.
Catslyn - Rest up and feel better.