Today, the sun is bright, I'm writing and dancing to Taylor Swift's "Fifteen." Happy days...
The prose pages flipping by as fingers type out words and words. The pencils, the book with the blonde girl on the front.
The day has started out cold, sleepy, unhappy. The maps are lost -- we have nowhere to go but here. Trapped within walls, we trudge around the house, wandering, living our own separate paper lives.*
*The phrase "paper lives" is excerpted from Paper Towns, John Green.