It's white. Like an empty canvas ready to be drawn on.
I'm all alone in this empty space. Oh wait, there's a long book with drawing utensils on the floor next to me. I pick it up and glance at the white wall. If I draw on the wall then mom will be mad at me so I flip a page only to see blank pages.
I lay on the floor and thought of something for awhile. After gaining an idea, I began drawing it following the image in my head. Right after I coloured it with a blue crayon I heard something meowing. I sat up and look at my drawing closely. When nothing happen I put it down and heard it again and felt something on my leg. I turn my head slowly and realise there's a small blue cat nuzzling his head behind me. Slowly I reached my hand out. The cat stops and stare it for awhile before nuzzling his head on my hand and I gratefully pick it up to stare its big round blue eyes. I cradled it in my arms and look back at my drawing. It looks exactly as my drawing. A poor picture of a blue cat with big round eyes and it's long fluffy tail. I only drawn one ear at its right side so it's missing an ear.
Just like the small cat I'm carrying.
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My first part of my original story in this world. Please give me advice to improve my writing. Thank you.
-MY
