It had been an hour. She’d been telling herself she’d get up and draw for even longer. She clawed herself to a point where she could get up, then swung out of bed. As she passed, she threw a glance toward the window, only to see the same shadow mist that had wrapped her home for weeks now, signifying her complete lack of motivation. She was due to move in with the other creators today, wasn’t she? Huh.
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The fog had followed her. Once everything was set, it had crept through her window and into her mind, leechin away the usual bustle and clamour of thoughts, and making it harder and harder to summon her creator button.
“Ace!” Who. Who’s calling me? Lorel. That’s Lorel. “Are you settling in okay? Pizza’s almost done!” A hand grasped her open notebook and another her pencil. Your hands, your hands…
She pulled them close and began to draw, the mist receding and room brightening as another drawing came to life.
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Executive dysfunction is really annoying isn't it? I've had to drag myself into drawing lately, so why not make it into a story? Lorel is @onlyplatonicirl, they're amazing.
