We sit on the couch. I'm curled up, lying against you. You brush your fingers through my hair.

"Congratulations. You did it. Are you happy?"

I curl up even farther, glad I don't have to watch you in the eyes. "Yes, I'm glad I don't have to write more tomorrow. It has been as much work as expected, I was right never doing writing challenges before. But I have 30 posts, and I never have to do it again."

"Was it that bad? You liked some of those snippets a lot. And I'm sure the notes and likes were nice small dopamine boosters during your day"

"I guess you are right. I'm just tired. I need a break."

I feel you shift with those words. "A break?" Your tone shifts. Your fingers massage my scalp. "I can give you a break, my little scribbler. You have done the work. You may relax. You may lean on me and rest. Let that mind of you go blank."

The wonderful foggy feeling of trance flows into my mind. I lean even more into you.

"I'm proud of you, my little scribbler. I hope you can do that too. But for now, just feel good in my embrace."