The text indicator stands still blinking at me like an obedient scribe awaiting a pharaohs words. None come I watch it blink for what seems like seconds, but I look at the clock and five minutes past. I start with a crap starting like "Hello I'm Kessy I just moved to a new school" or something bland and tasteless like that. I slam the delete key down, and start from the beginning with the obedient scribe restlessly awaiting. Blink, Blink, Blink, It's now 3;15 why the hell am I still up? I await an answer from the catacombs of my brain. From which none come so I look back to the screen my scribe awaiting me. I look around and find a mirror behind nice china and crystal. In the mirror is the reflection of me, but paled by the light given by my screen. I start telling my faithful scribe what to write. "I stare into the eyes of a man I once knew. His face so distorted it took me a second to remember him." After my scribe is done I look at the two sentences. Blink, Blink, Blink, Blink, I think about deleting it again, but as I read it again and again it starts to grow on me. But how should I expand, where am I going with this, will I even let anyone see this? As those thoughts poured into my head my scribe starts moving as if by its own. "I study his every feature his dead eyes, pale skin, saddened expression, his wilted posture. What happened to the once lively confident man who had once stood infront me. Why did all of his life get sucked out of him?" I look to my screen and see what's unfolded in front of me I see that in the lack of my full conscious I dislike some of what's typed so I tell my scribe what to fix. "I study his every feature his dead eyes, pale skin, saddened expression, his wilted posture. What happened to the man who was once strong, confident, and lively. How was he so drained of life?" As I look at it again I'm lost at how much I like it, but I look at the time again, and see it's 3:58. So little work done in so much time I disappointedly go to bed hoping my dreams can aid me in my story.
