Write four lines of prose that have something to do with: notice.
I had to look through a lot of posts to make sure I hadn't used that prompt before. A few of them I am quite fond of, but I found one in particular that I really liked. Since it was before any of you were regular visitors to this corner of the internet (a fair assumption, I think, with 0 comments on the post), if you're feeling like writing more than a paltry four lines of prose today, head over here and write some more.
If this works out, I might do this more often. Maybe try to fill up some older prompts that have yet to see some commenting love.
We shall see.
It was a wonderfully warm afternoon here today; it was so lovely, in fact, that I was wearing shorts outside for the first time this year.
It was so nice that I didn't notice the first two mosquitoes of the season wandering into the house while I was watching Max.
So nice, indeed, that I didn't notice them until after one decided to bite me on my left calf.
Max, however, very definitely noticed me freaking the hell out once I realized what had just happened - it is, after all, much too bloody early for this sort of nonsense.