I sit at my computer like every year, staring at the blank screen before me, wondering what to write, just like every year. Scrolling through social media on my phone, I sigh and begin to type. Nothing truly inspirational hits me yet, so I start to text an old acquaintance of mine. We talk about our futures, what we're doing now, how life is treating us. The usual.
Then it hits me. I hastily say goodbye to my acquaintance, desperate to start writing immediately. A familiar song blares through my earbuds as my fingers scramble across the keyboard, occasionally making mistakes along the way. Words fly across the page, and my excitement grows with the song as I attempt to mouth the lyrics in Japanese.
What I've written isn't much, but it's a start. My memories start to shift my mind back to a time when I was much younger, staring in absolute elation at the television, completely enthralled in the cartoon that was playing. My sister sat next to me, and we would jump energetically whenever something amazing happened.
With every repeat of the song, the hype inside is building exponentially, growing to the point where I can hardly type due to my excitement. I need to come up with a plot to this story that I'm writing and fast.
Once upon a time, I write, there was seven children that all went to the same summer camp. Little did they know, that first day of summer camp, on the first of August, would change their lives in the most amazing way…
After maybe the fiftieth time in a row listening to the song, tears start to prick at my eyes as I add some finishing touches to the short chapter I had just written. I make no motion to wipe them away, instead sniffing and continuing to write about those seven wonderful children from the summer camp.
Hours and hours later, I sigh and slump back in my chair, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I finished the first chapter, and it's ready to post online. It's not the longest work, but I'm proud of it. I have one and a half hours to post it on time, a full ninety minutes to try and make it just a little bit longer, a little bit better.
Evetually I resign, posting the chapter. I check my messages on the site, smiling softly to myself as I read them.
It's late now, and I shut my computer down and climb into bed. I shut off the light and whisper to the shadows and the darkness as I drift of into dreamland.
"Happy Odaiba Day, everyone."
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I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE PANIC-WROTE THIS BECAUSE IT'S LATE HAPPY ODAIBA DAY EVERYONE!