I woke up and thought "that seems important"
The night before last I was at a party in a sprawling '70s style house. I found it difficult as usual to say anything other than hello. I had a book. I sat beside the indoor swimming pool, my legs under me, and began to read. I was completely consumed by the story.
D'Artagnan is traveling across the land killing gentry. I kill them in sword fights, easily over powering them and stabbing them in the heart with my rapier. They never have a chance. One asks as he dies “Are you going to take my land?” I say something witty to the effect of yes. My cause is noble and I need the combined land to accomplish my goals.
D'Artagnan is a very hairy man. He stands almost naked with hair in great locks about his body. He has shaved around his neck and down his chest where his low coaler line reveals skin.
He stands within a covered villa; Roman arches on the wall beyond give a view of a nobles garden lush and beautiful. Full of grapes and many flowering plants the garden sets a calm seen for a violent death. D'Artangnan stands next to a placid, shallow pool, waiting. The man opposite him is similarly hirsute and naked. D'Artagnan is distracted by his fellows. The man makes a move. D'Artagnan fires his flintlock pistol, misses the heart, hits the leg.
I adjust my leg and fall sideways into the pool. I plunge to the bottom. I cant right my self so as to kick to the surface. I finally manage but I seem to be the only one laughing. The book is fine despite having spent time submerged but I can't seem to find my place.
P.S. In my journal I spelled it Dartanion.
D'Artagnan is traveling across the land killing gentry. I kill them in sword fights, easily over powering them and stabbing them in the heart with my rapier. They never have a chance. One asks as he dies “Are you going to take my land?” I say something witty to the effect of yes. My cause is noble and I need the combined land to accomplish my goals.
D'Artagnan is a very hairy man. He stands almost naked with hair in great locks about his body. He has shaved around his neck and down his chest where his low coaler line reveals skin.
He stands within a covered villa; Roman arches on the wall beyond give a view of a nobles garden lush and beautiful. Full of grapes and many flowering plants the garden sets a calm seen for a violent death. D'Artangnan stands next to a placid, shallow pool, waiting. The man opposite him is similarly hirsute and naked. D'Artagnan is distracted by his fellows. The man makes a move. D'Artagnan fires his flintlock pistol, misses the heart, hits the leg.
I adjust my leg and fall sideways into the pool. I plunge to the bottom. I cant right my self so as to kick to the surface. I finally manage but I seem to be the only one laughing. The book is fine despite having spent time submerged but I can't seem to find my place.
P.S. In my journal I spelled it Dartanion.