If you’re looking for a writer,
who you cannot seem to find,
they’ve probably gone quietly off
to have a look inside their mind.
When loved ones become sleepy,
They slip off into cozy beds.
A writer sits with pen in hand,
and slips inside their head.
A writer forgets where they are,
as they mentally investigate,
how a story will come together,
while deciding their heroines fate.
Hours pass by like minutes.
Darkness grows to light.
Suddenly the writer grows weary,
for they’ve been writing throughout the night.
Their words keep them company.
They just never feel alone.
The characters in their book are friends
who make them feel at home.