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When I awoke I could tell he’d gone. The night before he said he was entering a writing challenge. Fifty-thousand words by the end of the month.
I looked in on him, head down bum up so to speak, typing furiously his mind focused on the story in his head, unravelling before him on the screen.
I wanted to encourage him as best I could so I left him and went to make the morning coffee.
Returning he nodded his appreciation as I settled the steaming cup beside him.
I left him there, his masterpiece evolving like time itself.