Two birds at a go

Just a little something I started today during a brief interlude at the end of work. Feeling great, I did my first bit of writing today in ages--quickly and without revision. Here it is, just a snippet, killing two birds with one stone (a bit of long-overdue fanfiction, and the beginning, perhaps, of the story due for the writing group):

He lies there in the bed, he lies there and watches the curtains fluttering in the night wind, the flicker of outside lights cast against the far wall and reflected against the ceiling and again away; and he sees the mundane accoutrements of daily life, the five-year old television and Playstation controllers, cables snaking towards the cabinet like twin crinkled rats’ tails, and the bookshelf with its sparse but specialized selection of largely unread books, and without moving he drinks in ordinary surroundings and is startled at how unusual it all suddenly seems, and feels something new and burgeoning within him, an unexpected rousing of a hitherto unrecognized capacity lying dormant, a seed finally watered and ready to crack, expand, and grow into something yet unknown.

That so much could change in twenty-four hours—in far less than that, really—is in itself an awakening.