15/08/13 This entry won the competition! :)
Days wasted. Time well spent.
The clothes hangers knock against each other, in a kerfuffle of cotton and wood, as I search for the one school shirt that still fits me. Obviously, I couldn't be bothered to buy new ones over the summer. Too little money, too little motivation. Time well spent.
The tie slips from my hands as I bring it towards my neck, to see what I’ll look like tomorrow. As it falls, it twirls in the air, like a black and silver dragon. Just like when I sat at my desk, twirling the pen in my hands—conjuring up a good first line.
Tomorrow beckons. I fall back onto my bed. Tired. Where has all that summer energy gone? Football in the park, hanging with mates, swimming length after length. Looking back, that’s probably what I should have done. Instead, I sat at home, at my desk, at the gates of Imagination. I laugh. Whatever I did, I don’t regret it.
Making my way to the shower, I turn to look—like I have done every night this week—at the crisp, new novel on my desk.
“Time well spent.”
