The shadow of her red hair lit the wall.
She should be working on her manuscript,
but instead all she can think of
is licking meringue from his fingers.
The characters from her novel wait
impatiently, tapping their fingers
against the margins, an almost inaudible
patter but she can hear it.
She ignores the
tapping and instead creates impossible
daydreams, casting him as her leading man.
Her protagonist slumps over in the Word
document. Exasperated, he uses the number
at the bottom of the page as a pillow
and takes a nap
u
n
t
i
l
his author
is content to sit once again
at her desk and create a plot
over which she actually
has control.