I actually googled “writing prompts” tonight. I am that desperate. I saw another #Write31Days blogger who was resorting to an anagram today, and another who is writing in Haiku now, so I know I am not the only desperate one!
I luckily found a prompt that I really liked, though, because it is something that I have been imagining for years…What would you do if you were locked inside your favorite department store?
When I was young, I would walk through department stores in Hanes Mall (not the mall in Mt. Airy, because the department stores there were just basic stores-clothes only) and imagine what I would do in there if I was locked in overnight. While waiting on my parents or sisters to try on clothes, I would pick out which bed I would sleep in and what pajamas I would wear.
Now, as an adult, my imagination runs a bit wilder.
First of all, I would want to be locked in Macy’s. A good Macy’s.
I would not call 911 or try to break a window or anything like that. I would text Jason to let him know I would be home in the morning, then I would proceed directly to the ladies nightwear section. By this time it would be pretty late, so might as well get comfy.
After picking out the most ridiculously expensive pjs in the store, I would proceed to the makeup counters. I would remove my makeup and wash my face with only the best available products, then give myself a full facial.
Then I would roam around the store for awhile. I would grab some of the good chocolates and other snacks they keep at the bottom of the escalator to munch on while I walked around, rummaging through the clothes and shoes and household items.
When I was ready for bed, I would go to the home goods section. I would pick out some 5,000,000 thread count sheets and put them on the biggest bed they had. I would add the fluffiest pillows and warmest down comforter.
I’m sure it would be a good nights sleep, so I would have no problem waking up before the store was opened back up. I would have time to make the bed (you can take the mama out of the house…), wash my face and put on some nice makeup (utilizing the makeup counters once again), and pick out a new outfit, with shoes and purse, of course.
I suppose I would stay hidden until the store was full of customers. Then I could blend in and walk out without being noticed.
I realize that somehow my innocent story of getting away for a night has turned into a story of myself turned criminal!
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