The untold

That night

It seemed like a night just like any other, I went to bed at about 00:00 and was still awake at 3:00.
I didn't think much of it, because of what I already said, it seemed normal.
Now I know people always say, if something feels normal it might be too normal. Or at least I believe someone ones told me that, yet again I could have dreamed about it.
But I'm getting side tracked. It seemed normal. I started writing something, first just in my mind sketching out an idea like i often do, others would just start writing something down.
Then when I knew what to write about I started.
The first few words are always the hardest I find. Ones you start though, you just ceep going I guess. You don't think much of it, you start writing and the other words pop in to your head.
That's wat writing has always been like for me.
So basically it seemed like a normal night (except that I started to write a story) and the writing seemed pretty normal too.