Inspired by - 11. Rainy Day

The rain was falling heavy as I sat curled up on my bed. It had been a while since I had taken time to just enjoy myself. The fact that rain was falling was my excuse to put all my chores off. Instead of taking the time to wash the kitchen floor, do the dishes, wash more laundry, or even start up a few different meals for the week I decided on me time instead.

“The damn dishes will still be waiting for me after the book,” I said to no one. It was more of me explaining to myself.

I’d bought the book two weeks ago. Usually I would have devoured it by now but lately there was always something else to do. I had letters to write, bills to pay, chapters to finish in my own stories. Today forget it; I was doing what I wanted. I looked around but my father was asleep. He was allowed to that. I, however, was supposed to keep working on my afternoon off. No rest for the wicked, but since when was I allowed to be wicked?

I picked up the book, Rage of the Fallen, and set it on the couch. I slipped into the kitchen and made myself a cup of hot chocolate. Deciding a snack would go well I made up a sandwich, and put some chilled grapes on the plate with it. As I was about to climb on the couch with my snack and my book I realized I was still missing something. I padded down the hall and grabbed a light blanket out of my bedroom and then walked back to the couch.

“Hmmmm,” I sighed contently as I wrapped the fuzzy blanket around my lower body. I placed the sandwich and hot chocolate on the TV table beside me. Then I got comfortable, opened the book, and lost myself in the world of Thomas Ward as I read away my afternoon listening the rain remake the dark dreary world over into something new and bright. Is there a better way to spend a rainy afternoon? Well, not in my opinion.