The words she first typed were complete garbage
Reaching deeper, she tried again, trying to have them make artistic sense
As she typed, though, she knew these were still rubbish
She decided to keep going, but that feeling never seemed to leave her subconscious
How even after all the self-doubt she was a bestselling author amazed her every day
Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!
Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.
It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.
That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.