I decided to look out the window and make up a story! Here is an unfinished piece:
Everyday I sink into the tufted pillows and crane my neck to look outside. The big marble building stares back at me. Its dark windows are like eyes to its evil soul. Sometimes I feel like I live in the good house and the house across the street is the bad guy.
Everyday I sit here,I notice the sad boy in the dark window across the street. His eyes are sad, like all the house windows with their tattered curtains blowing in the wind. He spots me in the window and shows me the sign – an open palm then a closed fist. The sign means it is now time.