3,025 words! I'm done for the day. Here's an excerpt (wow, that word looks funny):
That's what I do--at least, I light the candle. I don't bother picking up one of the books piled next to my bed. Don't hoarde them, she told me. I didn't listen. And I'm not hoarding. Instead, I go to the dresser and peer into the mirror. My face looks ghostly, otherworldly looking back at me in a flickering light. I half expect the reflection to start talking to me. I wish it had. It would have made a better story, the kind people want to read and not the kind that simply needs to be put on paper.
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That's what I do--at least, I light the candle. I don't bother picking up one of the books piled next to my bed. Don't hoarde them, she told me. I didn't listen. And I'm not hoarding. Instead, I go to the dresser and peer into the mirror. My face looks ghostly, otherworldly looking back at me in a flickering light. I half expect the reflection to start talking to me. I wish it had. It would have made a better story, the kind people want to read and not the kind that simply needs to be put on paper.