Usual morning routine, and I hated routine but suppose I had no other choice but to live this world as is. I turned to my side as I stared at my phone appealing to grab it. Monday something felt worst than usual about this day but I couldn't quite see to what it was yet. I extend my arm in order to reach my phone, I'd always lay in bed to go through my notifications in the morning. There's a loud shatter and water spills everywhere. I knocked over my plant! I try to turn on the light but I can't. Literally where are my arms! I jump out of bed and land straight on the glass across the floor screaming in pain. I drop down to the floor catching myself. Screeching in pain as I feel the glass dig into my palms. I manage to roll onto my back into a spot with no glass and look down to my feet. I see floating glass and blood. Confused and scared I realize the impossible has once again come possible. I am invisible. I am invisible and I'm bleeding. I reach out my arm to grab more glass and get it on the second try. My arms bleeding in full length now I rub my blood all over. My insides are now for showing my outsides. I pick the glass out of my feet one by one wincing in pain. End the story there.
Prompt was to write what would happen if you woke up one morning and you were invisible.
YOU ARE READING
Free writing: Prompts - for the public
AcciónHere I will free write to get those creative juices flowing as my English teacher would say. I see no reason to hide these practices.
