In Dreams, We Enter A World That’s

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days, I.e., Do Not Cave In To Endless Requests To Have "essential" And "long Overdue" Meetings On Those Days.

Krystal Flung Herself Violently Off The Chair, Away From Her Mother. She Was Surprised To Feel Warm Liquid Flowing Down Her Cheeks, And Thought Confusedly Of Blood, But It Was Tears, Only Tears, Clear And Shining On Her Fingertips When She Wiped Them Away.

The Sky Outside The Window Was Changing Rapidly From Deep, Velvety Blue To Cold, Steely Gray And Then, Slowly, To Pink Shot With Gold.

Andrew Hated To See Her Humiliated And Pathetic Like This; But He Half Hated Her Too For Landing Herself In It, When Any Idiot Could Have Seen.

Happiness Can Be Found, Even In The Darkest Of Times, If One Only Remembers To Turn On The Light.