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Dorian Black
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« on: April 15, 2019, 08:22:23 AM »

On the upper floor of the two-story house, there is  a room with a window to the east. Thin curtains on the window, try to hold the light from invading, but everyday they fail and the light shines brightly once the sun rises. It enters the room and wake up everything they touch, breathing colour to all, the carpet, the clothes carelessly lying on the floor, the stuffed toys and the bed where the 5-year old girl sleeps. But the time has not come yet, so for now, the blue shades of pre-dawn night still reign in the room. It is this time where the shadows come to life when the small mouse strolls around the bed, jumping over the blankets and hiding under the sheets. It is a small grey mouse, with a pink nose and a long tail. Its fur is soft to the touch and it knows it has one mission, run around the bed and protect the little girl from the dangers of the night, the monsters under the bed and the shadows of the night. And so it does, restlessly patrolling the bed round and round all night, so the little girl can sleep safely and dream of castles and princesses, happy afternoons in green fields and travels to the moon with friends. Every now and then, the small mouse takes a short look at the little girl and it smiles as her little freckled face breathes in and out, the mouse knows that its doing its job well. But now the first rays of the sun touch the bed sheets, and the mouse knows it is time to rest. So it carefully takes its place by the girls  pillow, another night is done. A smile forms as the first ray of sun touch the girls face and the small mouse, and as the girl wakes, the mouse turns again into its soft toy form, ready to rest for another day until the next night.
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« Reply #1 on: April 15, 2019, 11:12:16 AM »

Thatís wonderful, so full of images, you really pictured it in my mind.
And the storyís great too
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« Reply #2 on: April 16, 2019, 06:03:56 AM »

Thank you!

Honestly I'm a little worried that this is more "free writing" instead of "object writing", because it is more like a story than sense-bound. It doesn't say anything about senses other than sight...(but maybe I'm overthinking this again)

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