I look outside my window and stare unleash their liquid cleansers onto the world. Leaving every object soaking with droplets falling in rhythm with each other. I glance around my room, I'm alone. I walk over to my bed, lay down and gaze at my ceiling.
Plain. White. Texture less.
Why is it so interesting to look at? My eyelids begin to come together, hiding the light keeping me awake.
Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nada.
The gap in my day I get to relax. To take the time and empty my mind from my overwrought life.
Peace. Tranquility. Quiet. Still.
The time of day when nothing engulfs you to steadiness. When you can clear your thoughts and get rid of that mind crushing headache that has followed you the entire day. Nothing has become my everything, the thing I rely on it to get through the day. The moment nothing comes my body and mind relax and remain carefree until the next task appears. Zen.
My door opens. “What you doing Mony?” my younger brother asks, hesitating before coming in. “Nothing”, I reply, as I get up. Bored with my answer he walks away. I hear him stop and turn around his shoes rubbing against the cold tile floors. “Wanna watch a movie with me?” he asks. “Sure”, the ideal “nothing” to do during this time of year and weather. I walk with him down the hall toward the living room, changing to another perfect category of nothing.
I liked your piece.
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I suggest you add more of a story into it because to a point, it's a little boring.
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I loved this piece! Its very descriptive like with the words tranquil and peace. You hit the universal with the scene of the bedroom, allowing the reader to join you in the room. I feel like the story was missing a why.
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