Leena threw her note book on the ground out of frustration.
It has been a week and she could not even pen down a single word.
She got up from her chair and went to refrigerator to get a  cold drink. While drinking it from the can she went to increase the speed of fan cursing the blazing hot summer and her state of mind.
This summer felt much more hotter than the last.
She is unable to concentrate in her writing.
Sitting on the sofa and drinking coke she felt too tried of her life.
The monotonous tune that she is hung upon. She thought about getting out of it. For that she needs a break. A big break in her career of writing.

"You could do that".

Her strings of thought was interrupted.
She looked around searching for someone. But it was only her in the room.

"Strange! I thought i heard someone. May be i was wrong."

"No. You are right" said her notebook that jumped off the floor and stood on the table.

Leena sat there stupified.
Slowly she came to her senses.

"How can you talk?"

"Why can't I?"

"You aren't a human...