Pesky Paper.

She stared at the keyboard. At the book. At the prompt. These three entities combined will create something? Something to be turned in tomorrow? It felt surreal.

There was no way.

Yet, there was.

She eventually figured it out.

You use the keyboard to type the thoughts that came from the book but were guided by the prompt. It made perfect sense. It may take about an hour, maybe two, for the end result to appear. It depended on how serious she wanted it to be.

Writing had become increasingly more easy for her.

This was a piece of cake.

She will SO own this paper.

She can feel it.