[ WP ] You are scrolling through r/WritingPrompts , when this very prompt catches your attention . Intrigued by it 's meta nature , you debate with yourself whether or not you 'll write about it .

For the first time in weeks, my roommate did n't go to bed at exactly nine in the evening. It seemed like a blessing; my naturally guilt-ridden self could stay up for a while longer with the light on, maybe do some writing, probably watch game of thrones. 
 
 But then I remembered. 
 
 I told myself, upon the discovery of reddit, that I would take advantage of the writing prompts thread as often as I could. 
 
 The task is easier said than done. 
 
 In my newly freed hour or so while my roommate watched a movie I slouched on my bed and opened my browser and began to scroll. I needed to find something easy, something simple, something short. I wanted to write something that I would n't feel compelled to actually keep and save in a word document, yet I wanted something that I felt was worth being posted. 
 
 What was I to do? 
 
 The first prompt I saw had the potential for pages upon pages of ideas, of a year of stories and mishaps and re-drafts. Good, but not for my purposes. 
 
 The next prompt felt more like a fun idea than a story idea, kind of like a shower thought. Those prompts bothered me; there was no real suggestion for plot, no real conflict or other fiction-y mumbo jumbo suggested. 
 
 After that was a prompt on the opposite end of the suggestion spectrum, delving into far too much detail in a far too compact place. Very, very specific requirements were set forth in a few sentences, far too confining to actually convince me to produce something interesting. 
 
 But then I found it. A prompt, suggesting a story, just vague enough to be interpreted in whatever way the writer desired, but with just enough structure to serve as a guideline. This prompt, this gloriously short and satisfactory prompt, was laid out better than the assignment for the last essay I wrote for my literature class. 
 
 It was perfect. 
 
 So, in the moments before midnight, as my roommate went to bed, I wrote it.
