It was another regular morning. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was as it had always been and nothing new would occur. Routine was not a necessity, but it was how everything seemed to fall into place and to imagine a life without it at this point was simply a preposterous thought that dared not try to penetrate the mind of our protagonist, lest it be summarily discarded with prejudice and never allowed to be even be allowed near anything that could be considered rational decision.
Seeing that they were getting out of bed, the walls greeted our protagonist through their regular convulsions and reshaping. With a yawn and a mumble, our protagonist returned the gesture as they slowly shuffled their way to the bathroom to have a shower.
The sun rose as it always did. Whilst in their state of bathing, the protagonist wondered to themselves the amount of sunrises they had seen and whether they had seen enough or too many for that week. Surely the sun would not begin raining bricks upon the earth if they provided a little bit of neglect, but then again it was a risk that they did not want to take, so the protagonist resolved to watch the sun melt into the sky once more in the coming mornings instead of daring to sleep in and gain the rest that they so readily required due to the burden of being born a creature that needed sleep.
It wasn’t long before breakfast was had and clothes were wielded upon the body of our protagonist. It wasn’t much longer before they were outside and making their way to their required destination.
On their horse they hopped and soon it slid along into the morning traffic. It didn’t seem busier than usual, as it was as it had always been. Nothing out of the ordinary.
The commute always seemed to take less time than it did, despite all the traffic that caused regular starts and stops.
Eventually our protagonist reached the point where the horse would have to be left behind as they were unable to traverse the loose gravel hills that prevented easy journey into the woods.
Traversing alone, they made their way up and down the various inclines as the sky peeled back to reveal a blue that only the ocean could imagine. Clouds drifted on their wings as they flew in unison toward the farther reaches of the land in order to congregate and form a ring around whatever area they decided required some sort of watering.
Once in the woods the sky became blotted with the trees that bent their tops in order to make sure that the ground remained shaded enough for various creatures lacking bodies could scuttle about on all the limbs they could forcibly plant on the ground.
When it reached total darkness, our protagonist spotted a burning light that was approaching.
Our protagonist pushed on and, when facing the flaming body, they greeted them.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:00:98
An almost nice speed.
So I resolved to just write something and not care as to how much sense it made and this is the end result.
It’s a lot less surreal than I thought it would be, which is to say that I don’t think it’s surreal.
Written at home.