Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-24696651-20160720175154

Sam stood there for a moment, realizing he had forgotten something.

My shoes, he thought, before putting them on. He left his room and closed the door behind him, and walked down the corridor, a spring in his step. He wanted to surf, but he didn't have his board. Instead, he went to the beach with a pen and paper, pulling out his guitar and playing it as though it were an acoustic, occasionally stopping to write something down.