Thursday, November 10, 2016
National Novel Writing Month: Nov 9
Chet’s eyes shot open and he inhaled, pulling in his stomach and pushing out his ribs. He blinked and tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. Running his tongue over his gums as he flexed and relaxed his face, he was get his salivary glands to give up enough for a small swallow. He inhaled again and stretched before sitting up. Everyone else was still asleep. As quietly as he was able, he untangled himself from his blanket and stood up. He gingerly tested his injured foot, and found he was able to stand; though it still ached.