"I'm writing a book" I said to myself as I wrote the book. The book was about me writing a book. I had written 24 words at this point and did not know where to go next. I considered adding an image. It might help the story along. I proceeded to attempt to add an image but the program I was using to write would not let me. I decided to write some more words. By the time I got to 81 words, I felt that I had written enough, and it was starting to get very late, but my notifications kept me coming back. The story was gaining length and had an interesting storytelling format. It was not very simple, and sometimes made things a little confusing. It was very fiddly to type on the tiny screen of my iPhone 6S. Now at 144 words, I heard someone go into the bathroom next to my bedroom, that I was writing in. Because it was so late I did not want to be caught by whoever was up. They left the bathroom and went back into their room, leaving me with my thoughts again. The sounds of the toilet doing whatever it does made me nervous. I was now at a large amount of words, 215 to be precise, when I looked outside the window and saw that the path up to my house was incredibly dark. I stared in awe, then went back to my bed because it was cold. I thought back to a video that my friend had showed me earlier that made me laugh, which reminded me that I booked one of the school band rooms, which reminded me that I had school tomorrow and I should go to bed. Feeling rebellious, I decided to stay up for just a bit longer before I fully go to sleep. Now at 314 words I was feeling very tired and decides to finally close my eyes and go to sleep.
