“Please, miss, could you write me a life?” A tiny voice from the darkness startles me awake.
A pinpoint of light gradually grows into a featureless face.
“A good one this time. My last writer liked grim and gruesome.”
“You’ve lived before?”
“Yes.” Her voice trembles, remembering.
“What’s your name?”
“Jane – borrr-ing!”
“How about Scout?”
“Wow!” She comes to life. Sparkling brown eyes, tilted nose, a mouth made for smiling.
“Fun new clothes. A dog named Hero.”
She crawls into my bed, adding, “I’ll wait.”
All thoughts of sleep disappear. I grab pen and paper and start writing.