My World

Fingers click against the keys.

My head whirls with stories

of a fantasy world.
 

I urge my fingers faster

as ideas crowd for a chance

to get out onto paper.

Letters scramble

into a story

and I read it.
 

The words are familiar

but the order isn’t
 

My story writes itself.

Add a comma here,

a capital there,

And my world?

It’s perfect.