Two days into it, and I’m already behind. Fuck. I mean, once I get going, it shouldn’t be too hard. But geez.
The rain hit the pavement hard, bouncing off and forming puddles at the bottom of the smallish hill of Hillsbury Lane. Watching this natural occurance, were two lavender peepers, quite dully might I add. Turning away from the boring little hill, they looked back into a book, a soft wet breeze blowing into the crack of the window. It was summertime, and the wind felt nice at this time of day. The woman’s long brunette hair sprayed onto the pillow behind her, her legs curled up, barely supporting the book against her chest. Light brown freckles, sprinkled lightly across her face.
Meh, I’m tired. That’s all I can come up with for now.
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