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Rated: 18+ · Book · Contest Entry · #2213634
a journey into Wonderland
#978385 added March 17, 2020 at 4:09pm
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Precognition
Can you tell the future? Create a blog entry (or static item) giving us the events that would transpire on this date: December 21st, 2020. (<1000 words)

It will be a Monday. I will wake up at the usual time and go to the usual things. Possibly I will write a poem. After all, it will be the winter solstice, and so it will be the darkest day of the year, which seems like a good day to potentially write a poem.

I will be living somewhere else. It will be cold. I will feel it in my bones and want to turn over again and sleep some more in the warm. I won't though. Instead I will take a typical shower (not washing my hair) and eat a typical breakfast. I will focus on a morning of typical work. At noon I will eat a typical lunch.

After work, I will be at home. I will fix dinner for me and my sister who will live with me. We will spend some time together in the evening, because this is our typical night for that. We will not watch a movie, but we may play a game. We will invite friends over. It will be fun. At a reasonable hour, we will send the friends home and head towards our typical night time routines. This will involve reading a book and possibly coloring. I like coloring. Possibly knitting will also be involved.

It will be almost Christmas. Our tree will be up, barely. I may wrap for a while.

At the appropriate time, I will go to bed. I may have trouble sleeping. Hopefully, the appropriate time will be before 4 am, which has been my bedtime for the past two weeks.

Out in the world, news will happen. A war will fizzle out. Bombs will fall. Someone will die. Random celebrities will say and do foolish things. I won't pay attention to that. It's more important to me that it's cold and my bones ache and it's time to sleep.

word count: 315

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