Below is my 5 minute #freewrite on today's prompt: habit
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With a gentle click, the door closed behind her.
Dragged down by her heavy, black coat, she stood still in the dim mudroom.
The sense of an empty, silent house was overwhelming.
It felt off, the way a dream mimicking reality never feels quite right.
But this was real.
She tried taking a step further inside, and then another.
Each time was methodic and careful, as if her legs would give out.
Through numbness and lost thoughts, she found herself at the edge of the dining room.
The curtains were drawn closed, leaving the room in reflective shadows.
The familiarity was faint too, echoed in the faded wallpaper, the framed photos.
Hesitantly, she placed her hand on the back of a dining chair, feeling the cool, smooth wood against her skin.
A choking sensation arose as her eyes welled with tears.
They spilt as she let go of the chair to try and wipe them away.
How am I supposed to do this?
It was then that she noticed the light leaking in from the next room.
The blinding shards, cast against the dark floor, interrupted her despair.
With curious trepidation she followed them into the cozy kitchen, which was illuminated by the brightness beaming in from the window.
She saw the golden glow softening the shadows, the gilded highlights sparking on the sink, and the evergreen trees beyond, basking in the daylight.
My Ending
Always her habit to bite the tips of her thumb whenever she feel terrified. as she Saw an unclear image looking like a little girl lying helpless in the room brightness of the light coming from the window that was against her eyes made her to shade her eyes with her hand and the room was horrible to bear because of the choking and irritation cause by the cloud smoke.
She called out the name of Jesus as if he was near to help.
She couldn't hold the fear anymore,
It was like her mind was blunted not knowing what next to do, breathing restlessly and fast, she fainted.
Waking up. At the door of that room she noticed that everything was cleared and ok as if nothing happened.
But she feel that something was wrong. As the time goes, memories about that day fade.
To keep herself on the track to find out what really happened that day in that room she rehearse or tell someone the little story she can remember, turning it to be her habit.
Well, let me say, this is the end of the story Find the we-write here: [https://steemit.com/wewrite/@freewritehouse/we-write-i-write-you-write-win-8-sbi](https://steemit.com/wewrite/@freewritehouse/we-write-i-write-you-write-win-8-sbi)
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that is an interesting end. What had happened to her?
Well done!!
Interesting free write. Keeps the reader guessing!
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