Sorry I am a day late,
but I couldn't get on to blogger for some reason last night.
Here is my response to the writing prompt:
Write about a bed.
15 minutes writing,
no editing.
Ready, set, GO! :)
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Claire loved the darkness - the comfortable feeling of it
was like a second skin at night. Like a
mother, it surrounded her like a blanket, covering her differences. Every night in her dark cocoon she would hear
the familiar tsing tsing of the train coursing on the track singing her a
lullaby. The giant wheels rumbling and
causing her room to tremble down to its very roots. Often times it felt to her as if the train
tracks had been there forever – much longer then the red brick building where
she laid her head. The rumbling would
start in the very foundation and make its way up the stairs into her room
– rumbling and grumbling like the sound of a sleeping giant snoring. These were the sounds that kept her
company when she lay in her hard bed at night.
Sometimes it seemed to her as if the giant metal beast was the only
thing keeping her knit together. Almost
like if she was unable to return to the cover of darkness and the familiar
noise – the seams of her home would come apart and pieces of herself would be
lost in the breeze.
