Tease

Sometimes she flays me with her anger, sometimes she teases me with it. Morose, I searched my brain for an idea I could use so the words could flow, any words... more of the book, a short story partially written or a post. Nothing, not a drop, my mind was sere. Then she appeared, a mirage, a hint of what was to come. I followed my vision to a small spring that dried up quickly, the taste is maddening. I fill the empty, impatient time pacing around the vid. I personally don't care for it but sometimes the images catch her attention and an idea or two escapes. If that lure doesn't work I'll browse art sites or listen to music, if she still doesn't come I'll go to bed. At the edge of sleep her love for me wins out and she whispers things for me to remember when I awake.