The day started like any other. Calvin woke up way too early, showered, let the dog out, and then went to sit at his desk as he continued to write.

In truth, he’s writing so he can think about her. Ever since he had that dream, she filled his every thought; she’s all he writes about.

Noise from downstairs gets his attention, and he follows the sound. Much to his (dismay? Horror?), the girl he’s been writing about is in his kitchen, haphazardly putting together what looks like lunch.