: Write about a familiar environment using the senses as freshly and intensley as Woolf does. Write from the point of view of a creature with heightened senses if it helps.
The light outside the front door turns on. I can see it breifly under the door. I wait, ears perked, nose in the air. It isnt mummy. She smells sweet and exotic, of coconut and vanilla. This is a man. Heavy footsteps, not as light even as daddy. I jump back on the bed, nuzzling into her side of the sheets she left unspread in a rush. I can still taste the lipstick i licked off her face. I miss her so much. I rest my head in a sulk.
Walking into the kitchen, last nights pots on the side, mm spices. I feel hungry but my bowl has a gap now. Im too nervous to eat. Wheres mummy?
A car speeds outside. I dig my paws into the soft carpet as i jump, back arched, ears high. Who is that? I wish mummy was here. I drop myself fown on my side. I'll just wait here until she gets home.
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