Glasgow - Catfish and the bottlemen

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Camile

what is that? x

van 

you know how I said the album is finished, and I just needed one or two more songs? Well this is it, last song im writing:) x

camile

Glasgow?... im intrigued :) x

Van 

ill show you it sometime when its finished x

Camile 

ill let you get to writing it then, im falling asleep if im honest, absolutely knackered haha x

Van

Get some sleep then, goodnight camile x

Camile

Goodnight Van x

With that said I put my turned my laptop off, putting it on the floor, I dragged myself out of bed to go to the toilet and brush my teeth. 2 minutes later I returned to the comfort off my bed, eyes heavily closing as my head hit the pillow. 

I awoke and rubbed my eyes, opening them to see the darkness still outside my window. Sighing I picked up my phone to see it was only 6:30am, I rolled back over, closing my eyes, lying there for a moment before standing out of bed and walking to my wardrobe. I quickly changed into black leggings, a hoodie with my puffer coat on top. I laced up my converse, brushed my teeth, grabbed my phone along with its headphones picked up my keys,  walked to the front door, closing it and locking it quietly. The mild autumn air greeted me as I opened stepped out and began to walk. I put my headphones in shuffling my music to hear the intro to tyrants- catfish and the bottlemen. Mixed emotions came over me as I began to reminisce the events that occurred a day or so ago, smiling myself, I continued to walk. I stopped on the corner of Sauchiehall street to look at the street sign, I lifted my phone up taking numerous photos of the wall in front of me, before putting it back in my pocket and walking back home. I opened my flat door locking it behind me before kicking off my shoes, dropping my coat and walking over to my  table. Carefully picking out a white A3 sheet of card I placed it on my table along with a black fineliner pen. I waltzed to my kitchen to flick my kettle on, a minute later my cup of tea was made and I took it over to my table, sipping it slowly before putting it down. I sat down, crossing my legs and opening my phone to see the photo I had took only moments ago, studying it, I picked up my pen and began to draw. I contemplated putting a record on or getting my laptop but the silence mixed with the faint sound of cars passing every so often was enough. I sat sketching the street sign for hours, having a short intermission to replace my pen with a paintbrush, aware of the growing sound of traffic below, the sunlight now shining through the clouds in into my flat, warming it up slightly. Putting the brush down I looked, admiring the simple painting in front of me, the beige colour bricks complimenting the white street sign with black letters reading Sauchiehall street, City centre. I noticed the dried paint on my hands and walked to my sink to wash it off, looking at the white washed walls of my flat as I done so, the wall space above my record player was unembellished and plain. I dried my hands and put on my shoes for the second time today, this time grabbing my tote bag and emptying the contents of it onto my sofa, only leaving my purse in it. Picking up my phone, headphones and putting on my coat I Locked my door and left my flat. The time was 11:45am when stepped out onto the street, rain instantly pouring down as I began to walk. I pulled my hood up and put my headphones in as I walked past the hotel, Fallingforyou by the 1975 playing through my headphones. It carried on raining as I walked into the stationary shop, I looking through the aisles, stopping at the photo frames and picking up a large black one. After paying and thanking the cashier and began walking back home when my phone beeped.