I am not a writer.
Here we go again.
What on earth are they doing?
Do they have any idea what time it is?
It’s 2 A.M. and they’re revving engines, again.
I should call the law on them, but I’m too tired.
Besides, best not rock the boat.
Well, so much for peaceful sleep.
I won’t be going back to bed anytime soon.
Better make some coffee and fire up the computer.
They say writers write when they can’t sleep.
I can’t sleep.
Does that make me a writer?
This post is being published as part of Writing 101. Challenge 12: Write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. Include foreshadowing.