Write about something that is: divine.
The Colony will have to wait until tomorrow. Not feeling up to it tonight.
Spent some time this afternoon organizing Max's corner of the living room. It's amazing how much more space there is in here now. Very much worth making the time to finally take care of that.
Now all we have to do is get Max to agree that this is how it should always look after he's done playing with his toys or reading his books...
"We're in serious trouble this time," Kelly whispered to her little brother. They were standing in the living room of their home, less than an hour before their parents were due to return from seeing a movie.
"I think it will be okay." Kevin replied with a quick shrug.
"That depends on what you mean by it," Kelly hissed back. "Is it being grounded for the rest of our teenage years? The pain of having our favorite toys taken away forever? The looks Mom and Dad will give us every day until we die? That one that says We are so very, very disappointed in the both of you?"
"Nah, none of that dramatic junk is gonna happen."
The look Kelly gave her brother was the dictionary definition of incredulous.
"Come on, have some faith sis."
"I don't think prayer is going to save us from Mom and Dad's wrath. Nor is it going to magically fix all of these broken vases and picture frames and chairs and shelves and televisions..."
"I ain't talking about prayer, sis. I'm talking about our explanation for what happened while they were out."
"Which would be...?"
"... I wish you the very best of luck with that one. I'm going upstairs to pack my suitcase."