Sometimes I get terribly distracted by the most unassuming sentences. Most of the time halfway through the sentence. I start scripting my own story, directing the scenes together so they intertwine, producing my own short film, till the book that I was reading falls out of my hand and with a loud thud on the floor rudely snaps me out of my daydream.
Does that happen to you, reader?
What would you make of this?
She wore his indigo sweater. Ran down the stairs and out the door. The melancholy weather welcomed her with a cold embrace, as the dusty breeze blew past her gently. She cringed but continued walking at a fast pace, stepping on the crunchy dried leaves on the pavement.......
the comfy couch
Does that happen to you, reader?
What would you make of this?
She wore his indigo sweater. Ran down the stairs and out the door. The melancholy weather welcomed her with a cold embrace, as the dusty breeze blew past her gently. She cringed but continued walking at a fast pace, stepping on the crunchy dried leaves on the pavement.......
the comfy couch
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