I used to write
I read American Gods recently and as I sort through my old PC (transferring everything to my laptop) I’ve come across some writing from when I was in school. Not bad for a 15 year old.
Sunlight. It streams through the almost shut curtains splashing against my face. Even with my eyes shut I know that it’s coming. For a moment I fall back, I let my mind forget it all and think only of the sunlight. Warm and soft, it tugs at me, forcing me awake. I wake and the thoughts and emotions try to force their way into my mind, but not yet. Sleep still has something of a hold on me, and it’s not quite ready to give up.
