The Rainy Day

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I wake up feeling as good as I ever felt. It's odd because normally I can't sleep on anything other than my bed but I felt more energized as ever. I look out my shelter and find out it's raining. The rain looks so beautiful here I think to myself. It's so peaceful and calming. I sit down and decide to write in my notebook. I'm glad it didn't fall out of my pocket honestly I thought it did because of all the running I had to do plus me crawling. I decided to do something I've never really done before which is draw. I've always written stories and short poems but I want to try something new. I draw the view I have in-front of my shelter. Green mountains, trees, a little open land in-front, the river, and the beautiful sky. After a while I decide to take a break from drawing. I finished the mountains, trees, open land, and now all I have to do is the river. I step out of my shelter looking at the burnt out fire and where my fish was. Wait where is my fish? I had one half left of it. I look around my shelter but nothing. Dang it! I yell. I go into my shelter and grab my sphere I made. I go up to the river I have in-front of my shelter. Wait there is less fish than before I realize but I really don't think anything of it. I find a fish and focus on it. I throw my sphere and hit the fish. I grab the fish out of the river with my sphere and see this scratch on the fish. Not like from the rocks it looks like it was caused by an animal. I don't think anything of it and thankfully the rain has stopped so I can cook it. I set it on the fire and go back to drawing.

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