tobadzistsiniThe author stirred. He stretched until he was surprised by warm flesh.
Paige rolled over and pecked his beard, "Morning, stud."
Visions from last night flashed in his mind. Sitting at a tiny table. Eschewing his notebook and pen, but typing into his phone all night. He could smell Paige's #fruity shampoo.
The muse stroked his hair, "It's not how you write" She held his gaze, "Just that you write."
He swung his legs over, "Round two?" he announced as he went to his desk.
"You beast."
#wss366
Paige rolled over and pecked his beard, "Morning, stud."
Visions from last night flashed in his mind. Sitting at a tiny table. Eschewing his notebook and pen, but typing into his phone all night. He could smell Paige's #fruity shampoo.
The muse stroked his hair, "It's not how you write" She held his gaze, "Just that you write."
He swung his legs over, "Round two?" he announced as he went to his desk.
"You beast."
#wss366