The room is dark, the only light comes from the laptop sat on my lap. I've been telling myself I'll go to sleep when I finish 'this paragraph'. I've been telling this fifteen paragraphs ago.
The words just keep coming and I keep typing them. Killing this flow would be a crime. The writer's block has been severe these last few days, so I'm making this worthy, taking all I can from it.
I feel the bed shift and her voice mumbling. Looking down to my right side, I find her she gazing back at me with hooded eyes, eyebrows slightly frowned.
"You're still writing." She says low, her voice hoarse from her sleep.
"Yeah baby, I'm just finishing a paragraph." I tell her. "Go back to sleep."
"Hmm." She shifts a bit more. "And you?"
"I'm finishing."
"Ok." Breathing out a sigh, she closes her eyes. "Night."
"Night, baby." I leave a kiss on her forehead and return to my imaginary world that lays in my computer screen.
Just this paragraph.
