Tick tock

I bite my lip. It's pretty dry. I should find my chapstick. I'm pretty sure I left it in my jean pockets...nah. I'll wait. 

Fingers find the keys: New paragraph. "The tiger found its prey under the bushes..."

Wait...maybe I left it in my jacket pocket. Maybe the chapstick is in the dresser drawer. I don't know. Tigers...what do they if they find something strange. Maybe, like, something human. Like an amulet. Would they know it was valuable? No. But it would be pretty cool. Wearing it around the jungle...like a boss. Hah. I like that. 

Fingers find the keys: "...a shiny object...cold...very shiny" Enter key. 

Why am I going that direction? It doesn't even fit. It would be a better direction than what stupid Peter said to do...

Back key pressed several times. 

Fingers finding letters: "...a furry, warm and small grey rabbit."

Ugh. Why does Peter have to be in charge. I'm the one who does the grunt work. I'm basically the tiger. Yeah. And he's the rabbit. Hah. Peter the rabbit. I like that.

Fingers press in: "The rabbit stares blankly up at the tigers hungry eyes. A brief moment escapes time before the-"

Before...the...wait. End? Ugh. Still don't know. All I know right now is that my chapstick is somewhere and not grazing my lips. My lips are like a desert screaming for water. Am I just thirty? Maybe the rabbit should escape...

Fingers rush at the keyboard: " THE RABBIT"

Damn caps. Stupid fingers.

Fingers smash the caps lock button, then continue: " The rabbit..."

Why is that clock so loud? It hurts my ears. And my lips. Seven o'clock....already? Crap. 

Fingers press on: "...runs away." 

Stupid peter rabbit. Should have eaten him.