Missed you

[desperance]

Pfui: I was in the bath, and someone knocked on the door. Twice. Second time, I did get out, but they'd gone before I got downstairs. I hate when that happens. 'Specially as my friends no longer socialise casually at this time of night; if it was a friend, it was almost certainly not casual. I sit here envisioning someone I care for wandering the streets in anxiety or distress, when they could be here and warm with coffee and comfort. And cat.

Mind you, I do envision these scenarios far too often. Like, constantly. With actions and dialogue and all. Worst-case scenarios, usually. It's no way to live.

Comments

[fastfwd.livejournal.com]

It's obvious to me that you were somebody's mother in a previous life.:)

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

And here I thought I was the only one who lived in that state of mind.

(not really - I think writers do this habitually, or we become writers as a way of channeling these trains of thought, or something)

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly: not content with doing Mean Things to your characters, you have to invent them for your friends as well...

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

or for ourselves . . .