As the title already says, should I continue writing in this tense. I'm not really sure, since this has been the first time I have ever done this, and I was wondering if people would be interested in reading more if I wrote a story in this tense. Like, wouldn't it become annoying after a while?
Thanks in advance for reading it.
She plays with the buttons on the remote control. No sound is emitting from the flat screen tv because she doesn’t want to wake her friends. So she sits there, upright in the four poster bed, watching the moving picture on the screen. The air is stagnant, but she doesn’t mind. Bedrooms usually smell like that in the morning. The boy next to her begins to stir around, entangling his body in the white sheets.
“Good morning Michael,” she says.
He grunts and stirs some more until he decides to wake up. He sits upright, supporting himself on one hand behind his back and moves a hand through his raven locks. His eyes are drooping heavily and his skin tone seems extremely pale.
“Did you sleep well?” she asks, but she doesn’t take her eyes of the screen. She stops playing with the buttons and scratches the mosquito bite on her upper arm with her freshly cut finger nails.
“How am I supposed to sleep when you’re tossing and turning next to me,” he says. His voice sounds extremely hoarse due to all the yelling and screaming he did last night.
“I’m sorry,” she says, and she looks him in the eyes. His grey eyes examine her entire face and she begins to feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny, so she turns away. They lapse into a momentarily silence before she remembers something. She whips her head to the side, making her auburn locks fly in the air and says, “You were trying to choke me last night,” she gasps.
He chuckles, expanding his pale lips and shakes his head. “As if Elizabeth,” he says. “Why in the world would I want to choke you?”
She lifts up her shoulders and pulls down the corners of her lips. “I don’t know, you tell me,” she says. “That’s why I couldn’t sleep,” she wondered aloud. She turns her torso to face him properly. “You were practically holding me in some sort of headlock. What is wrong with you?”
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