I am sitting up, with my laptop, lost in, my own thoughts, here in the dark, of the night, being only illuminated, by the screen, as the curser, blinks, off and on, waiting for me, to type, the next word, to type, the next line, as I, am here, with my back, to the wall, on the bed, to work, on this endless script, yet, I cannot figure out, how to write, the love scene, as I, look over, to see you, my wife, sleeping so softly, sleeping so soundly, being my muse, my inspiration, with your long, blonde locks, which frame, your angelic face and with, your head, resting on, the soft pillow and the blanket, with the sheet, pulled up, tucking you tight, as your naked body, is tangled up,...