Drops of sunlight glistened in the afternoon on the balcony of Lisa’s apartment. Furiously, she hand wrote her manifesto. Seemingly forever frustrated, she sketched out her ideas like a nuclear physicist would map out the specific formula for constructing a hydrogen bomb.
The clock over her bed read the time. Six hours had passed since she first started. With the tea kettle heating the water, she felt she had a distinct advantage over the day she seemed to have control over space around her. As the kettle whistled, she leapt to quiet its alarm. She poured out the water onto the teabag, slightly letting the liquid boil over in her cup. She placed a plate over the cup. With extra care, she ensured that none of her stationery was affected by her tea-making ritual. The tea cooled but it would be many minutes before Lisa would drink it.
In the meantime, she put pencil back to paper and made magic. This set of ideas would impress Loreen and Atkinson she knew. Just the sound of the pencil etching into the paper enlivened her and drove her mind. Intrusive thoughts about the Collectivists entered her mind. This writing would have to not beat them but champion the cause of individualism.
A few more hours passed. Now, the tea soothed her throat with its mintiness. The slight bit of caffeine offered a “pick-me-up” and satisfied her soul. Electricity coursed through her veins and permitted her to continue writing. Non-step, she wished to continue, but felt so broken by the ending of the day. This golden time, with the sun evaporating from view, she sensed a certain dread. She got up and grabbed a tennis racket. As she approached the door to her apartment, she looked through the peephole. She swung the racket.
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This description of Lisa writing her manifesto is really vivid. It makes me picture her intense focus. I wonder what exactly her ideas are and how they'll impact Loreen and Atkinson. Also, that bit about her being worried about the Collectivists and championing individualism is thought-provoking. And the whole scene with the tea and the racket at the end leaves me curious about what's going to happen next.
She swung the tennis racket and to whom did she swing it at?? 🌹🌹🎾