Papers

Jason sighed and stretched, leaning back in his chair after a hard day's work. He had spent the last several hours finishing an assignment for class, and had turned it on online with an hour to spare, much better than he usually did. He had stressed himself out while writing the paper, and while the time left over was small, it was oddly relaxing to have finished easily on time for once. He supposed this was how one was supposed to feel after turning in an assignment. He would need to remember that for next time. Perhaps if he could remember this feeling, he could make himself work harder.

He looked around his room, unsure of what to do. He often distracted himself from working by playing games, or reading, watching videos online, anything really that wasn't what he was actually supposed to be doing. But as he sat at his desk, now with an hour free, he found that he didn't much want to do any of them. It was a strange feeling. He so often was willing to do anything other than work, but now that he actually had time to, they didn't seem nearly as appealing.

Jason briefly wondered to himself why that was, but decided to set it aside. There was really no point in wasting the hour thinking about what he would do with it. He would much rather just pick one of his options and sit down to it. His hand passed over the keyboard of his computer, a stack of games, and some books he had been working on as he pondered which to set himself into.

But none of them reached out to him. He simply wasn't interested enough in them at the moment to get to work on them. He wanted to do something different, he realized. Something he didn't do very often. Something he often thought about when he couldn't do it, but rarely did when he actually had what he needed in front of him to do it.

Jason grabbed his laptop and pulled it towards him, immediately going around to the various windows he had open and closing them all. He didn't need to watch any videos, or play any games, or mindlessly surf. For once, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and he was going to do it.

A word document opened up on his computer. It had only been a few minutes since the last one had closed, the one that had held the assignment he had been working on. He hadn't anticipated using the program again anytime soon, but now it was calling to him. This document was blank, however. He didn't have anything previously set to work on. This one would have to be from scratch.

He thought for a minute about what to write. Something creative. Something different. Something that wouldn't be graded or judged on its content. Soon, something came to him, slowly at first, but quickly growing. He smiled to himself and let his fingers gently fall on the keyboard as it came to him. All he needed to start was a name. Letters ran through his mind until he latched on to one, and then the letter stretched out to become a suitable name. When it arrived, his fingers flowed easily.

"Aaron sighed and stretched, leaning back in his chair after a hard day's work."