They sit at the kitchen table of the New York apartment
Staring at the computer screen
The cursor blinks at them from inside the screen
They look to their right
The empty wall filled with bright colorful posts it’s filled with story ideas.
Then ideas strike the young human.
They go back to the computer screen.
The words start to flow and take shape into a story
And soon they are in their world
Transported from the wooden desk to a clearing in a forest
As they sit at the desk
Their feet are stuck to the ground and have extended outward
Knots form where toes used to be
The feet sink into the rich soil
Their brain grows tall branches with leaves on sticks
The arms extend out
The skin turns into the bark
And the heart is suddenly heartwood
They stand there proud and tall.
Well, the sun shines down onto them
Ready to give life to the idea
Flowing from their brain to the computer screen
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