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A short thud filled across filled across doesn't really make sense. You could say spread across or just simply filled and you will be all setthe radiated I'm not really sure what a radiated room is, perhaps you mean radiant?room. It was warm; stuffy to a point where I was conscious of the discomfort of it all. I needed a crane to haul my eyelids open. I looked over the foot of the bed, towards the fogged over window, the only window. I had always fantasized about mist as clouds coming down from the heavens, and had always found days like these magical in a pretty pathetic way This is interesting, that the MC refers to himself as pathetic. It gives him a very self-deprecating feel, I don't know if that was your intention. Be careful though because it seems that he is quickly denying the magic of it all.. Perhaps a bird had just peeked in to my homely retreat I'm not sure what that means, in search of an adventure filled with gnomes and all of it’s speaking bird friends? Or maybe it just crashed into the glass due to the morning’s poor visibility, receiving fatal concussion and lay dead in my flower trough. My head snapped back into personal Nirvana. Quick thoughts of indecision raced through my mind; was it the cold kind of fog or was it tropical condensation? Oh what the hell, I lived in Florida. My hopes of snow were nearly as bad as the fact that there was probably a rotting corpse flattening my peonies. But then i thought, maybe dead flesh was fertilizer? Heck with it all. My alarm read 5:10. That bird should burn in hell.
A short thud filled across filled across doesn't really make sense. You could say spread across or just simply filled and you will be all setthe radiated I'm not really sure what a radiated room is, perhaps you mean radiant?room. It was warm; stuffy to a point where I was conscious of the discomfort of it all. I needed a crane to haul my eyelids open. I looked over the foot of the bed, towards the fogged over window, the only window. I had always fantasized about mist as clouds coming down from the heavens, and had always found days like these magical in a pretty pathetic way This is interesting, that the MC refers to himself as pathetic. It gives him a very self-deprecating feel, I don't know if that was your intention. Be careful though because it seems that he is quickly denying the magic of it all.. Perhaps a bird had just peeked in to my homely retreat I'm not sure what that means, in search of an adventure filled with gnomes and all of it’s speaking bird friends? Or maybe it just crashed into the glass due to the morning’s poor visibility, receiving fatal concussion and lay dead in my flower trough. My head snapped back into personal Nirvana. Quick thoughts of indecision raced through my mind; was it the cold kind of fog or was it tropical condensation? Oh what the hell, I lived in Florida. My hopes of snow were nearly as bad as the fact that there was probably a rotting corpse flattening my peonies. But then i thought, maybe dead flesh was fertilizer? Heck with it all. My alarm read 5:10. That bird should burn in hell.
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