Writing pen to paperis a satisfying experience.Sitting on the couch withcuppajoe to my leftand a cotton-furred catto my right, I don’t evenmind when Mlady taps atthe pen and otherwise distractsme with her cuteness.Maybe she injects magic,muse between the lines, as is her way.

I pour myself into fantasy worldswith their plots, emotional manipulations;safe spaces to feel.They keep me humanas I drift further from reality.I prefer their limitationsover the uneasy discomfortof awkward face-to-faceswith their wrong reads.People like me are better suitedto our fantasy worlds,odd characters on page and screen.