My Fictional Negligee

Before I prepare my bed of words,

I dress myself up in my fictional negligee,

feel the supple butteriness of the silk

spilling down from my shoulders,

make believe lace enhancing

my figure while I fluff up

adverbs and adjectives, pull sheets of nouns slowly back,

slide into thousand thread count verbs,

develop the characters, weave their personalities like a thermal blanket,

let a quilt of dialogue move the story to a more comfortable place,

lie down and

let

the

plot

build.

Coax some action out of it,

feel the tension rise and grow, groan,

moan, building, building, building

to

a

climax

Before I denouement out of the story.