Armchair writing
A sharp ear-splitting meow echoed around the deserted house. Big blue ears heard everything, the creaking door, rattling windows and the soft whistling of the wind. Ugly pawprints sank into the never ending layers of dust, scarring the chair for life. Whiskers twitched wanting to feel something other than the thick layers of dust that caked them. Cushioned paws stood still, each one carefully placed, waiting for something to change. Bright green eyes glossed over with the thought of being alone.
Sitting in that deserted house where the only light was the neverending glow of the proud lightbulb had effects on anyone including the chair sitting in the middle of the room.
A sharp ear-splitting meow echoed around the deserted house. Big blue ears heard everything, the creaking door, rattling windows and the soft whistling of the wind. Ugly pawprints sank into the never ending layers of dust, scarring the chair for life. Whiskers twitched wanting to feel something other than the thick layers of dust that caked them. Cushioned paws stood still, each one carefully placed, waiting for something to change. Bright green eyes glossed over with the thought of being alone.
Sitting in that deserted house where the only light was the neverending glow of the proud lightbulb had effects on anyone including the chair sitting in the middle of the room.