Late at night, when everyone’s asleep, I dream of the book I’ll write.
It’s already started; the characters creep around the aisles of my mind, whispering their fictions. All it requires is a little breather from the daily grind — a few weeks of summer to paint walls, clean my desk, and soak up the warm summer breeze — to allow myself to wander into this new world that I half-created in the bustle and scrum of lockdowns past 🙏