Free to Write

Crossing the lawn that morning, Evelyn bumped into a unicorn. Literally bumped, although the beast did make certain to avoid spearing her. It wasn't what she had thought was going to happen when she woke up--one doesn't really expect to see a myth on the way to get the mail. Speaking of the mail, I need to get more sleep. I'm not really getting anything in the way this is coming together. I guess I should, but I'm not sure what to do about it. Maybe it's that I prefer dragons to unicorns--there's something about fire and untameability that makes me want to find one of my own. It might be fun to sleep cradled against . . . I was thinking this morning that the reason girls sleep with teddy bears when they are children is to prepare them to share their beds with a fuzzy beast who takes up more than his share of the covers--and that's five.