Outside my window…the light of day is growing dim. It is not yet night time by any means but the light of the afternoon is fading quickly, and it looks more to be evening time than afternoon now. I am sitting with the laptop placed atop my knees, with my back leaning against the wall so that I might sit cozily by the heater as I write. The heater is giving off a nice warm glow of heat and I feel that I could really be a little grey kitten and curl up in my little warm patch. A little patch of warm just like a little puddle of sunlight streaming in through the window just meant to be curled up in. Except you see, there is no sunshine streaming in through the window, only a soft sort of green light. It sounds strange saying that, a soft green light and you rather think of an eerie sort of light, or what it reminds me most is that place in-between our world and Narnia described in “The Magician’s Nephew,” and really that latter description fits rather well come to think of it. Perhaps it’s just the mood I’m in, but the world has that sleepy peaceful sort of feel that accompanies the soft green light of that enchanted forest. I’m looking up out the window again now and studying the different shades of green to be found in the grass, I never noticed how many different shades you can find there. Streaks of light green, and mossy green, and a deep damp sort of green, with patches of brown all intertwining. The light is fading away quickly and a soft evening feel in the air is developing.
I’m wearing…A blue knit dress with buttons running down to the waist accompanied by a little blue ruffling, a pair of black leggings and a silver grey cami with lace embroidering the top.
I’m listening to…for a long time all I could hear was the voice of my brother as he read some story to little ones but that is gone now, and all that I can hear is the skipping of my fingers across the keyboard and the soft piano music of a cd playing in the background. It is strangely quiet at the moment, quiet and peaceful. It’s funny the little noises that go unnoticed till you listen for them. When I pause what I’m doing to listen I can hear noises that you wouldn’t think of hearing, noises like a quiet little hum of the oven. Little noises that we are constantly hearing but that go unnoticed I suppose because of the more thought provoking noises that we are listening to most of the time.
I’m reading…well, I’ve been reading half of the day today, you know. Not just on one book either, oh no I have been reading two. One to myself, “Little Dorrit” and the other, a book to read out loud to my brothers (I have read it over half a dozen times myself of course) “The Scarlet Pimpernel.” I think I shall wait to talk about the actual aspects of the book when I am a little bit further into it but as far as the physical aspects of that little book I’m getting rather attached. Now, normally I don’t like hardback books, they are rather harder to get cozy with, but this one is such a cozy little bit. Nice and plump, with a nice manageable little red cover and gold printing for the title. Oh I do love nice plump books, the type you can just curl up in a corner comfortably to read. This one has a nice little red ribbon bookmark attached to it too which is always the nicest thing. I actually am not too terribly fond of real bookmarks, not from any good reason but because I have an awful habit of leaving them places and I can never find one when I need one. Which is my own fault of course but they are a bit of a nuisance to keep track of, so the little ribbon is just the thing to suit me and save my little books from being badly abused by being left open all over the place.
Around the house…well, of course describing the books like I did for the previous prompt makes me want to go hide with them somewhere.
One of my favorite things…I’m looking up at the lights hanging around the roof of the house in this room and of course because of that they are the only things I can think of to fill this prompt. Pretty Christmas lights glowing and lighting up the room cheerfully. They make me so happy.
I’m thinking…I’m thinking of nothing of real consequence. I’m thinking of the blog post I want to write, of the book I want to read, of the different stories I have resolved to continue. I’m thinking of a new name for a character that is beginning to form in my mind’s eye. I’m wondering when I shall see the lights of Daddy’s car pulling up the drive and home. I’m thinking about a drawing I started of a character in a fairytale story that I have yet to finish coloring.
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