Monica toiled away at her computer, trying to find a muse, as she had for weeks now. An aspiring writer, she wanted to make a name for herself, but she was finding it exceedingly difficult. Inspiration was fleeting for her: it came and went, often too quickly for her to capitalize. She sat down to write, and all of a sudden, the idea that she had in her head was gone in a flash. Most of the stories she had started ended in a paragraph, a page if she were lucky. She would never get anything published at that rate. It was starting to adversely affect her personal life as well. She found herself not enjoying her youth and energy, rather, she was wearing herself to the bone

Monica was awakened by the gentle touch of a wash cloth to her lips. It startled her a bit, to see Selyna kneeling next to her, gently cleaning up sleepy saliva from the couch and her mouth. Ashamed, Monica rocketed up and looked at the clock to see that it was pm! Selyna gave her a loving smile. "Easy, sis," she said, "dont give yourself a heart attack. You fell hard ass asleep on the couch, and I didnt have the heart to move you, AGAIN!"