Midnight Randomness

I would like to just fucking go to sleep.

But I'm scared I'll miss something. I'm scared I've wasted enough time in dreams I don't ever remember. I read half of a novel today, and got reminded why I love storytelling so much. I wanted to continue the story, but I also had a desire to write something... anything. So I came to the place where everybody convenes to let out the chaos in their brain and attempt to make sense of it. I'm so fucking tired my eyelids are fighting me. My eyes have probably become bloodshot, and my thought processes are slowing down. But I'm hoping if I just keep typing something amazing will come out.

Yeah, right. HAH!

My cat, Pluto, she loves it when I'm at my laptop. She snuggles right next to it, nudges my hand and encourages me to keep trying. Pretty sure she's the only one left that thinks this should be my one true endeavor. That's okay if she is. I trust her more than most.

Writing prompts are great. What came out of one that I chose...not so much. But I finally finished it...my short shit story. I'm proud of myself for following through, even if it is shit.