I watched as the blank page slowly filled up with type.  My limp and tired fingers falling on the keyboard 
in pre-planned randomness.  Is that cliche?  How’s this? My fingers moved over the keyboard as if it was a 
piano; a concerto of words and ideas... better?  There’s your detailed and rich imagery. I like it. 


I woke up this morning feeling as if a warm fog had descended within my mind and was slowly vaporizing 
my consciousness.   There is nothing interesting to write about, and I don’t want to start up on my story 
again, because I’m so tired I’d mess it up.   

I now go on the great adventure of a lifetime...  to find a BOX OF TISSUES! There are no tissues in this 
room and my nose itches.  This is a sure sign that I’m going to sneeze soon.  I have to get the thin soft 
paper before I explode!