Kerry was tired, tired, but happy. Her writing was coming along better than she'd hoped, and her mind was no longer trapped between the four walls she'd called home for the last little while. She stretched and looked with half interest at the hours- cold coffee in the cup next to her. Outside, the light was beginning to wane, and her first thought was of Kyle.
She wondered where he was and what kind of mood he was in. He sure was an unpredictable one, kind of like the man she'd just spent the last few hours inventing. Life sure was a funny thing. What were the odds that she would meet him just at the time that she was venturing into this new phase of her life? He and his persona fit perfectly like food for fodder on the pages of her make-believe world.
It wasn't her fairytale she was w
