His eyes had begun to droop and his arms were begging to ache, but hope and perseverance wouldn’t let him stop. He was almost, almost, at the end of his first draft. He leaned back in his chair, switch on the light, maybe a bit of brightness would keep him awake. He fiddled with the settings on the pc and some music came out low in the background. He closed his eyes, just a sec, to take the melody in.
Behind him came a noise he had not expected. Turning in his chair, a long dark-haired beauty sashayed down the corridor towards him, in her hands a tray of coffee. Coffee, he thought that is just what he needed. She lifted the cup from the tray and leaned in towards him, slowly placing the cup on his desk her eyes lingering on his. He shivered at the thought of her being so close.
The movement caused a clatter on the desk and suddenly his head shot up, he had knocked his pen pot over. The fantasy was ended, the girl and the coffee nowhere in site. She was right about one thing, he thought, I definitely need coffee. As he wandered to the kitchen, a sudden burst of inspiration took him. Maybe he should add nother character to the second draft, perhaps a long-dark-haired beauty would spice things up. Yes, I could picture that.