Shafts of sunlight ran across the floor, forcing their way into Carrie’s room in order to brighten the dull mood that encompassed her. She lounged in it, arms wide, trying to soak up as much as she could. But the trick didn’t work today and she rolled out of bed with a thump.
I’ve over-done it in the past few days (see my upcoming blog post to see why) and so today’s sentence is brief. This Saturday will not be a successful writing day.