the sound of a pencil scratching

She writes poetry before she goes to bed; she scribbles half-coherent thoughts with a thick little yellow pencil stub, and lets her dreams tiptoe quietly across the paper.

the sound of the pencil scratching calms her nerves.

Her beat-up old notebook is full of words, scrawled sleepily and sometimes illegible. When she turns the pages a warm glow seeps through her, all the way to her toes; and when she writes the glow slides onto the paper, making it warm to the touch.

the sound of the pencil scratching makes her yawn.

She tries to write about the way her violin looks in the moonlight, and how the smell of lilacs somehow makes the night sky look extraordinarily beautiful, but her hand gets slower and slower. The notebook glows serenely in her lap.

the sound of the pencil scratching lulls her to sleep.

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