friday's starter

Seated in front of her computer at the desk, she pushed the curtains away slightly, peeking outside from the window to her left.

No sunshine, she thought. Must be going to rain soon, just like the couple of days before. For the past 2 days, it had drizzled during the afternoons. They were not heavy drizzle, but enough to wet the pavements. Mother Nature, however, was generous with the thunder. If you hadn't known, you would have thought that it was pouring for the last 2 days, judging from the thunder you would have heard. Luckily that weren't the case. She dislike thunder and lightnings, because in the worse conditions, she had to switch off her computer and unplug the telephone line.
Thoughtfully, she made a mental note in her head, to remind herself to switch off the power to the computer and disconnect the phone line. We don't want anything burn here, not now, she had thought.

Then she remembered the laundry line. Is there anything hanging there? She went through her head, trying to remember hard. Oh ya, there are a few things hanging since the day before. She was undecided whether to bring them in now, or leave them there, since it was under the shade anyway. Another day, she told herself, thinking that they won't get wet anyhow. But must remember to wash the clothes later, don't want them to soaked too long, she had reminded herself. Involuntarily, she heard her mother's nagging at the back of her head, telling her to not to soak her clothes too long as that would spoil them. She smiled. You win, she had thought.

Still sitting at in front of her computer, she reclined back. Papers were everywhere. Notes, reading materials, her little notebook, and her draft were untidily covering the space of the working desk. There were some notes and a stapler at the side of her bag, on the floor. Her coffee cup had been empty since a while ago, but was still on the desk, beside her computer, her phone nearby. Only her table lamp was switch on, providing the only source of light in the room.

She had wanted it that way. It helped her focus her thoughts to what she had to do. It helped her get her eyes off the bed, pillows and her soft comfortable blanket. Like it could, she teased herself. The phone rang. Instinctively, she reached out for it, the distinct ringing tone identified the caller. She answered the call, pacing about the room while chatting on nothing particularly. After a couple of minutes, still on the phone, she laid down on the bed, stretching out. Occasionally, she let out chuckles, tickled by jokes made by the caller. About twenty minutes later, she hung up.

She went back in front of her computer. Fired up, she started typing. Free writing now, she had thought.