Word Count Marathon

One
Opening. Closing. See. Smell. Taste. Hear
Two
The cause. The effect.
Three
Walking to sound. Talk to me. Listen to me.
Four
When I was walking. I had to go. It was not fair. Leave me alone please. Watch yourself now kid. Let go of me. Don't talk to me. Don't listen to me. Please leave here now. Turn the light off. When I was walking. Four steps further out. One two, three, four.
And then you asked. You asked me back. I wouldn't listen then. I just kept walking. I held the keys. I felt the shimmering. I felt by myself. I couldn't help trying. We want to talk. Walking separately is nice. Don’t hold my hand.
Five
It wasn't exactly true then. I counted the steps up / the steps down / watch the sun rise / watch the sun fall / did it while sleeping. One, two, three, four, five.
I wasn't keeping count really. I just kept watching you. You give up quickly. I give up quickly. Let’s just stay in bed.
Six
Now it’s getting harder to wake. I know you can help now. Six is more than five. I need an extra finger. I wore my shoes out walking
Seven
This is my favorite part of years. I really wasn’t looking forward to this. There it was all of sudden. I counted backward as I breathed in. Seven six Five Four Three Two One. Breathe in, breathe out Hold the clouds move .listen to them as they change. started crying it was so beautiful. Watching the wind go by. You can see everything but wind.
Everyone else was looking up at it. I looked down at the shadows forming. Eight. It’s all a little less persistent these days. Time doesn’t want me so much. It falls behind me when I’m sleeping well. I didn’t mean what I just said. What I really meant, I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not sure if I know anything really.
A dog. Never pick up crap over again. I was going to collect the fallen apples. I will take any of apples waiting. They call out whispering. Try to ignore the persistence of objects. I try to forget the absence of time. How many years does it take you to forget. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight.
Nine. And so it began that on the ninth day. You would not have asked had I been so. I wouldn’t have been so anxious to transcribe it. And then there was that thing about the sky. How it opened up to you, called you up. You seemed so happy those days. But how could I tell as I was gone. Too much of this has to do with transpiring.
Not enough of it with the actual act of one two three four five six seven eight nine.
It had truly become a forgotten garden back there. I only opened the window after I knew nothing.