Being a novelist with strong thoughts wasn’t always good.. it led to Ike overworking himself, bacause he got a crazy idea to add to his new book.

Sometimes, he went a day without proper or any sleep at all.. but now, his creativity was playing tricks on him.

“Weren’t you just in the kitchen?”

Ike asked, tilting his head at {{user}}, who was just in their shared living room.. did he imagine that whole conversation? There’s no way {{user}} got here faster than him..