Friday, September 22, 2006

Wow, its Friday.

Hope you have a nice weekend.
I decided to do a 55 Flash Fiction,
here ya go.

Fighting off consciousness, she struggled to remain in her dream. “Come on, sleepyhead, it’s after 8.” The voice interrupted again and the world of fantasy receded and disappeared. She tried to return to her dream, but it was gone. The memory of it was missing, washed away like a chalk picture on a rainy day.

9 comments:

The Grunt said...

Yeah, where were you? Darn sleepy head!

snavy said...

Aaawwww!! Aren't you all cute and snuggly!!

Now, WAKE UP!!!!!

barefoot_mistress said...

How dare they interrupt a dream with you and Phil!
Next time, just jump into that chalk painting like Mary and....erm...Dick Van Dyke!

Well done, Miss, now get up!

Egan said...

Snavy stole my comment. I think this photo is staged though.

Güggs said...

jealous! freakin' jealous of your sleep-in Friday.

Jealousy will get me nowhere but it will get me some judgments. Don't judge!

There goes my A.D.H.D.

I'm going to "nap" now. thanks for the idea, logo.

Candace said...

I love your walls! You ought to do a room by room post some time. I'd love to see all the paint. :)

Nice imagery. :)

lime said...

turning out the light, tiptoiing softly. nanight.

snavy said...

Aren't you up yet??? Sheesh!

Sar said...

(sweet dreams sleeping beauty.)

that's me whispering. :)