Here is the little preview of a little something i am working on. It's definitely in the rough draft stage and will probably be maliciously cut, added, and edited. But here is the raw beginnings. I appreciate your feedback :).
Mr.
Pickwicket is a nervous man full of nervous ambitions, and everywhere he goes
he is nervous. Every morning he opens his sleepy eyes, looks at the clock,
sinks lower into the covers and reaches his arm across his bed expecting to
feel the warmth and softness of a women. But instead finding himself feeling
the cold of the sheets and the stiffness of the covers against his fingertips.
Then he stretches his legs lower into the bed and extends all of his ten toes
ending the moment with a sigh coming from the deepest depths of his lungs. Such
is the mornings of Mr. Pickwicket. But soon enough worry stirs him out of bed
and into the orders of the day.
His
time is filled mostly with nervous habits and sitting at a desk thinking about
his life. Honestly I don’t even know what he does with his time at the office. Some
days he spends time looking at the white ceiling, thinking about days in the
sun as a child. One of his fondest memories that his mind often wanders to, is
of times flying freely on a tire swing outside of his childhood home. Feeling
the breeze on his face and smelling the sweet summer air filled with the life
in the ground and burgers cooking on the barbeque. Although he grew up in the
city his parents thought it sensible to plop a tire swing on the oak tree in
their yard for sentimental purposes. But most of the time he sits in the quiet
dark serenity of his office listening to the goings on of his fellow coworkers.
The office in front of his is occupied by a miss Peneloppe Pimpernelle. Peneloppe
is a very beautiful woman, but I must inform you that Mr. Pickwicket is among
one of the most chivalrous men therefore he abstains from fantasizing the day
away about Ms. Pimpernelle. But occasionally when she comes poking her head
into his office to bring up silly matters about donuts and coffee, he will find
himself grazing his eyes down her slim panty hosed legs. Life with a miss
Penelope Pimpernelle has crossed the dear mans mind many many times but just
the thought of quarting her makes him too nervous to bear it and he drops the
subject entirely.
