Kristine's Writing Prompt #1:
1. You are sitting in math class on a Monday afternoon, it is humid and the clock is going unnaturally slow. Mrs. Howell pats you on the shoulder waking you up from your daydream. What what is about?
Firstly, I would think: Mrs. Howell, why the hell did you touch me? Go back to talking like a 3rd grader. Mathmathnumbersnumberswawaawaaa.
But I would have been daydreaming, of course. I have a theory that the future misses me; it taunts me and seduces me into its daily charm and I constantly catch myself submerged in one vision of the future or another. Maybe I was imagining walking to the library of X University (why the fuck has no one gotten back to me) to study. Maybe I was daydreaming of getting a 7 in HL English - oh, wait, I have that (sorry, I have a right to brag). Maybe I was dreaming about Puff the Magic Dragon. I don't know. Anything is possible in that class, actually.
