Reading smashedmotif's journal

Dear Journal,

A sharp whistle rang out and a short split in the ether was created. At that moment I wondered what spirits had entered our plane.

I saw a curtain sway in the breeze of the atrium and thought my question again.

The question was no longer what spirits entered during the shrill sound, splitting the ether, but how many spirits had entered.

That's when the hair on the back of my neck raised.

"That's it, that's it, I'm calling it a night. I need my rest, for tomorrow is a whole new day."

自作自受

This post was edited by smashedmotif on Mar 27, 2007.