Dracozine

I sat staring at the Skype window on my laptop thinking and holding my electric guitar in my lap, strap over my shoulder. My room looked as messy as it ever gets only to be amplified by the new enormous desk I had gotten. I was sitting in a cheap office chair in front of a large corner desk I had gotten for very cheap off Craigslist. It was surrounded with piles of paper, clothes strewn everywhere, and the occasional book. The walls seemed to be the only thing that was clean, their soft cream color giving off a warm glow at the beautiful oranges and purples given off by the rising sun. I set down the guitar pick I had been holding and took a

I leaned back in my chair, the old thing creaking slightly as my weight shifted.  I let one arm drop to the side, I reached up and ran my fingers through my unruly brown hair.  I let out a breath, realizing that I never actually combed my hair earlier.  Unruly morning hair is one of those things that never change.  I set my tablet’s pen down in it’s holder and saved the what I had on my design project so far.  My stomach growled, snapping me out of my dazed state, I started working on this project I had almost as soon as I got up.  But hey, that’s what happens when you wake up with a great idea.  I glanced at the clock, I ha