The sun is gleaming, showing off to the clouds. As the realistic sound of waves from the telly distracts the girl's chubby slim fingers from typing, she looks up from her laptop, and her eyes are glued to the telly. Whilst her parents are fast asleep, one on the carpet and one on the couch, she continues typing. Her sister is using a laptop too. Her brother is upstairs, learning how to play a guitar from her other sister. A little bit of fiction in my story won't hurt, will it?
The fishbowl sits on the coffee table silently, fish swimming. A plate with leftovers sat there, no one touching it. A watch and some glasses sat near the fishbowl. The teddy bear on the couch was lying down sideways, not moving. The parents were breathing softly, their bodies expanding and softly returning to their size again.
Love,
Nur Nabila
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