the night [rewriting/editing]

one.

"Goodmorning, demon," I whispered to myself as the sun brimmed the edge of the outstretched land.

I reached for my Canon Powershot and captured the beautiful scenery before me.

5:13. my watch read

I tucked my camera away and began walking over the dying, dry grass.

With each step dark hair met my calves, almost leading me a face full of grass.

On the way to school, or hell, I made sure that I'd stop in the approaching Starbucks.

ding

I walked in the coffee shop greeted by the sweet smell of brewing coffee. A smile creeped upon my pale pink lips.

I walked stealthily through the morning crowd, occasionally making eye contacts with some of the many specimens of New York, but then I heard something. Something that caught me off guard.

"Anna..."

Someone had called my name, but I knew no one in this small shop and if I did they certainly would not call for me. It's usually 'creep' or 'smart ass'. I had never been called my name.

Anna Lee Tanaka