I was sitting on a chair in the living room. My pen was lying on the table. I reached out my hand and picked up the pen.
Archive for December, 2003
I had several pieces of paper in front of me. I looked at one of them for a few moments, then put it aside. Having done so I picked up another piece and looked at it for a while.
I was inside my house and decided that I would like to go outside for a while. I picked up my keys, opened the front door and stepped outside. I turned around and closed the door behind me.