- { Thanks! }
Jonathan stared out the window, his forehead resting against it. With a sigh, he pulled himself away from the glass and stood up, walking upstairs. He changed, having slept in the clothes from yesterday, into a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt that had a large black smudge printed on the bottom right corner. He pushed his glasses up and slipped on his grey converse, going back downstairs. he grabbed his tattered writing note book from the kitchen table, a pencil, and an old blanket fromt the closet. and headed toward the door, a pencil between his teeth as he exited the house and walked toward the beach.
John put the blanket down and sat on it, opening his note book and wrote for a moment before leaning back and groaning, putting the book over his face, sighing and just laying there.
