I have this little fantasy world I go into if I'm bored and I am trying to sleep. I have this blue house with this wooden round table in the middle, and my best friend (that I haven't seen in a year) will come to visit and we'll just sit at the table and talk about our OCs and stuff.
There's a fireplace against the left side of the wall, with states that leads to my bed, my green desk, and my window. Outside I have a little garden with a short stone wall around it and a red car. Next door to me is my crushes house, which is a light beige color. His house is smaller, but his window is across from mine, and he has a white shutter-like closet with a bed and a TV on the second floor.
Next to his house is what I envision Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria to look like if it was real. Across from me is an old friend who spies on me through their window (the blinds are always down).
That's all that is in it right now. I have to think of more stuff to add to it.
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All With No Purpose
Non-FictionThe third book in my journal series! Go check out They Don't See It and Blind as They See!