The Stuff of Dreams

Crazy Days

Po typed away at the computer, not for work, but for another book he had in mind. His foot bounced as he tapped away, and the words on his mind couldn't come out fast enough. Finally, he found his typing speed slowing further and further until he stopped and couldn't write anymore. "Darn it. It left me."

"What left you?"

"WHA!" Po jumped. "Oh, it's just you, Tigress."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I wanted to wait until you were finished typing. Is it that important?"

"It's more personal than that. It just... you know how there's a muse in Greek mythology?" Tigress nodded. "Well it just left me and now I'm in writer block."

"I'm sorry," Tigress said seriously, "What are you going to do?"

Po smiled, "I'm gonna help you to get a break." Tigress scantly smiled as she sat down. "Whatcha need?"

She gave Po a small piece of paper. "I just wanted you to look over this. It's... kinda personal." The panda rose an eyebrow. He looked at the paper, and his eyes widened.

"Wh... what is this for?" Po asked.

"Well, it's a new poem I've been working on. I wanted to see if you could check it for me."

"Huh, okay then... um, do you mind if I read it out loud? It kinda helps me with editing," Po asked. Tigress shook her head.

I can run to the moon at the crisp of day

And be further from the stars

If the track I speed down

Is made on the hearts of loved ones?

Po tilted his head. "What's this called?"

"Moonnight cries," Tigress heavily said. "It came to me a few weeks ago."

"Oh." Po decided not to ask. "Well, I'm not really the best with poetry... Of course, I don't know why, but I guess it would be better than nothing. I think it's great the way it is."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I don't have any reason to lie to you," Po replied. Tigress rose her eyebrow but shrugged it off. There was an awkward silence. Po probably scratched every part of his body while Tigress coolly looked out the window. She glanced at him, and the panda unnecessarily cleared his dry throat. "So... was there something else that you wanted to talk about."

"Actually yes," Tigress said, looking Po dead in the eye. "I was wondering. When we first met, why did you look at me the way you did?"

"Excuse me?"

"You looked like you were entranced, like I was something of a dream come true."

"Oh! Hehe, that," Po laughed with sweat coming down his brow, "I just didn't... think I would see anyone like you, you know. The grocery store is a little dull sometimes."

"Hmm," Tigress looked out the window for a moment before she stood back up.

"Why do you ask?"

"I just thought that... you were looking at me for something else," Tigress sighed and walked out.  Po looked at the keyboard for a moment. His fingers still wouldn't move. It was nearing lunchtime, so Po grabbed for his lunch and raced out to catch Tigress's elevator down. "You move fast," Tigress smirked.

"You forgot your paper," Po panted. She took the paper back. It was silent again. "What do you mean by something else?"

Tigress looked at him, "Po... in your love life how... perceptive would you say you were?"