A/N: Hey guys! I'm back…I never know what to say here because I don't think anyone wants to read the authors note in the beginning of the fic cause you just want to read the fic first thing before reading anything else from the author, right? Anyway, here ya go:

It's pouting rain. Like really pouring.

All she can hear is the rain drops outside and the sidewalk by her window has a good half in of rain on the slight dips in the concrete.

It's nice. Well it's nice to be indoors with a blanket and soft lighting. Being outside trying to get things done would be a nightmare. She's even more grateful she took this random Thursday off of work.

She steps away from the window and just looks around the empty apartment. It's nice to be there during a time she's usually not. It's been a while since she's had a random weekday off for doing nothing and it's fascinating to see what goes on when she's not there.

Well not much goes on in her apartment, but she can hear a vacuum in the apartment above her and the school bus just came to pick the kids from a few doors down. She watches their dad hurry in with the umbrella he'd been holding for them, with an apron still on from breakfast probably.

Speaking off, she should probable eat something. Or really do something.

She has the whole world at her fingertips but she just can't decide. The past few days have been…

HORRIBLE! AND TO TOP IT OFF A METEOR SLAMS DOWN AND DESTORYS HALF OF EART AND THE GOVERNEMENT RELEASES THE KNOWLEDGE OF ALIENS FROM AREA 51!

Just kidding.

This is the point in the story where I felt like nothing was happening and it was dragging a bit and the things I wanted to say weren't put into words properly.

Welcome to the other side of a story that none of you particularly wanted to see.

It's dissatisfying right? (Also spellcheck didn't correct it to unsatisfying to I'm leaving it in).

It's like things were going relatively okay and then it just took a turn (probably for the worse).

But that's the feeling. That dissatisfaction. That annoyance. That feeling of not quite getting it right.

Like you were here to read a story, not feel like you're writing one, even though technically you are still reading so it counts but it's not what you expect and…

That's the feeling.

The one I was trying to put into words.

I'm not even sure where I was going with it. I need to write something and it's 11pm and pouring rain outside and I want to take a day off work and I've been feeling very dissatisfied lately. See now how this story came about?

Normally I have a topic or idea I want to encapsulate for this drabble series and this time it was…not that.

(I wonder how many of you stopped reading as soon as it got meta…I wonder how many people still even read this like 90 some chapter drabble series)

ANYWAY, where were we? Oh yeah, dissatisfaction. It doesn't really leave you quickly enough for you to forget it.

It lingers.

Like the fog in the air surrounding his car as he drove to work at an ungodly hour in the morning. On the bright side, as a result of the hour, there wasn't too much traffic.

The sun was peeking up from behind the row of suburban houses and the fog would probably clear up by the time it was fully in the sky.

It was very pretty actually, roads still wet from the almost non-stop rain through the night reflecting bits of light, and the fog giving everything a soft haze.

It honestly wasn't that bad. His life honestly wasn't that bad.

But there was something…

A small whirlpool had formed on the street in front of her living room window. It was right on the grate as the ankle-deep rainwater tried to drain itself.

It was still raining though so it was going to be a long task.

At some point she should probably make use of her day off and stop staring out the window constantly, but her eyes are drawn to the little whirlpool.

It's a perfect metaphor for her feelings, not big enough of a problem to take down a house but enough that you would feel the heavy current if you stepped out into it.

It was something.

A/N: So what did you think? Disjointed, unsatisfying, annoying maybe? Well, like I said before, that's the feeling. Not being able to get it quite right and just feeling slightly off.

I am sorry about this one, I'm debating even posting it or not, because I did not foresee this going the way it did. But now that I've written, maybe there's something to it? I don't know.

Please actually let me know your feelings on it, because mine are pretty mixed and honestly I think that's the point (so much so that even writing it brings about the feelings)

But yeah, idk what to say about this one. I promise the next one will be an actual cohesive plot or story of some sort.

Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

And as always, thanks for reading!

See ya! :)