'A Writer's Morning' my attempt at a Hundred Word Sentence.
Author/Editor with little grammar skills! |
I sit here in my broken, leather recliner lost in a cruel head fog, with blood-shot eyes burning from the bright-white glare of a laptop screen while the sullied, cold snow leisurely melts outside my picture window, and the pounding rain pelts down as the warmer air uproots the icy mess uplifting it into a nasty, foggy muddle that fills the wintry air with a slow suspended dread leaving my fragile emotion to fend for itself without the happy respite of a friendly morning sun before it all fades away into the awaiting clouds preparing to start another dismal day.