Then she melts away from him. He screams her name as he jumps up in the darkness. Wide awake now, he turns on the computer. His fingers dance across the keyboard. Before he knows it, the sun is streaming through the window.
Morning finds a deadline met.
Once again, she inspired. He should thank her. When the walls fell, the haunted house stood no more- a redeeming wind scattered the ghosts into the night. A castle then appeared on the clear and fertile ground without dungeon meant to cage a tortured soul. How awesome it will be when the master does behold that what was always hidden has been gold.