I looked out toward the vast stretches of snow. It was mid-afternoon and the sun was already fixing itself to settle into the horizon; and in its rest it left what resembled twinkling crystals embedded in a mixture of pure white (the fresh snow) and greyish (the old, dirty sludge) marble.
I could admit to myself that it was absolutely breathtaking. I couldn’t begrudge myself – much – the pleasure of the sight; however, I didn’t allow myself to linger. I knew if Gareth or his mother caught me “gawping” at “everyday nature” like the “mountain-life neophyte from the Big City” they would never let me down.
In fact, I couldn’t help wonder if I was too late in avoiding their smugness when I felt a tight, heavy stare at the back of my head. It was enough to make the hairs on my neck stand on end. Quickly, on my feet clad with too big socks, I spun around to catch my voyeur. Of course, not without hip checking the chair to my left — hard. And having to windmill or wiggle or whatever weird mood I had to do with my shoulders to keep me from falling back on my butt. Of course.
Ugh. Stupid Gareth. Stupid Gareth and this out of nowhere inn, or “bed and breakfast” – that hardly had any comfortable beds and served breakfast at the most inhumane times – that was a few miles away from an icy road that led to a huge slope that was split by a huge tree. Stupid Gareth and his stupid tree that had to insult to injury by snow all over her things and … I couldn’t even think about it.
Not just because I didn’t want to but because I had to leap to the right to avoid Stupid Gareth’s stupid creepy dog.
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more like 17 minutes today. but i really wasnt gonna do anything. then i figured i was just gonna ramble about storylines I wanted to do either in general, one day. or for my sim city chars. but then i was like let's try writing in a different perspective. so first person it is. i think it started going okay until like the second half of last paragraph, and the last bit. but alas. at least i wrote. idefk what i wrote lmao. like there was no thought beyond 'remember this is first person' and 'don't over do it with the descriptions' and 'action > stream of consciousness'. which i suppose is thoughts and intent.
