He watched her sleep the exhausted sleep of the writer. After a long day in the sun together, she had sat with him on the shore quietly, then suddenly jumped up in search of pen and paper. The Muse had come in on the waves and he hadn't even heard the approaching footsteps. The quiet moment had been broken, and that was the end of their luxurious rest by the sea. She wrote all the way home, sometimes twirling her pen in the air, creating invisible fireworks as she sought the right word -![]()
