Short story tennis

Reply to my story and I will reply and we can create a wonderfully random story.

Jack woke to the sun glinting through the curtains the daggers of light making him squint his eyes as he groaned pulling the pillow over his head to try and sleep a little longer. Sleep fully escaping him he rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to prepare for another day of struggling the beat his creative rut. Two weeks he had been stuck trying to reinvigorate his mind.

There you go people I'm sending that one over the net