Drifted Thoughts [an imaginative journey]

The sun's beams shone across the sky and the affectionate glow cast over the whole house. Inside the bedroom, I leaned back in my armchair; feet propped up, and gazed longingly through the fluttering white curtains. My eyes, now closed, saw a sky that was artificial blue and a warm breeze ruffling the leaves as the birds sang their tune sweetly. I sighed, and reopened my eyes, only to stare dully at the piece of …

…open. Mother stood in the doorway and look from my outstretched hand, to my guilty face, and finally the blank piece of paper on the chair. "What have you been doing? Hurry up and finish the essay!" I obediently picked up the paper and tried to recollect my drifted thoughts, to pierce together my shattered attention span. What have I been doing? Indeed, I seemed to be doing what I do best. Procrastinating. Word Count: 579