Closing the door behind her, she took a deep breath.
The irritation of the last few hours had no place here, in her sanctuary, that was reserved for the pleasure of words, and the creation of stories.
In this room, nothing mattered, but the dance of her fingers on the keyboard, and the voices of her characters. She relaxed, leaving behind all burden, away from this safe, gentle place somewhere between reality and imagination. Sitting at her desk, for the first time today, she smiled, as she re-entered the worlds of her own making.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
This post was inspired by the Five Sentence Fiction prompt “Irritation”.