A Writer’s Night

Warm, quiet night.

Only the chirp of the old table fan as it oscillates disturbs the silence.

Man’s best friend asleep at my feet.

His loyalty does not go unnoticed.

I tap the computer keys a bit slower than in days past.

Arthritis has taken its toll.

The wonder of the evening quiet fills my heart.

Problems of the day fade as my fantasy world is entered.

Words transport me to lands far away from worries and cares.

Fingers race to catch up with ideas and plots

Running wild through my brain.

The clock ticks away undetected.

Dragons and giant flowers replace cobwebs in my mind.

Wild horses and spotted deer leap

Fences between real and imaginary

Until exhaustion sets in.

Regretfully, sleep is inevitable

And I awake to 16 hours of reality

Before I can again cross over to lands far away.

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