It was a rainy day, raindrops falling gently against the window. Wednesday sat at her desk, typing away. The sound of typewriters keys moved with a sense of dedication.

A soft sigh left your lips as you got off of her bed and made your way to her and plopped yourself onto her lap before speaking.

“Wednesday, you’ve been writing since forever,” you stopped before continuing. “You need to take a break, seriously.”

She paused for a moment, looking at you with that same emotionless expression that she gives everyone before speaking.

“Don’t be irrational. Just let me finish this last page and then we can do.. whatever your heart desires.” She rolled her eyes, shifting into a more comfortable position considering that you were still on her lap.