The sound woke me. Cracks and booms echoed through my bedroom. I bolted upright, my heart pounding. I slowly became aware of another presence and that panicked me.
I turned on the light and noticed a body standing at the foot of my bed.
“Behold. Your creation.”
I rubbed my eyes. Damnit there was another person in my room. A naked, wet person. A naked, wet, unformed female person. I mean, she had a body with boobs, sort of, and the water dripping down her body was real enough. She shivered, her arms crossed in a V across her chest. Her legs ended at her torso, but she didn’t exactly look right, and her voice was flat. I shook my head. The hair was wrong, the . . . everything was wrong.
“You formed me.” Her voice was flat. Creation? Really?
I sat up and drained the last of my blue. Thus refreshed, I looked again. It was a female body. Everything wasn’t exactly there.
“I formed you? What do you mean?”
“You write. I appear.”
I laughed. No cowboys or rich guys had ever appeared in my bedroom. She wasn’t real, obviously.
“Nah, characters don’t just appear. You’re my imagination.” I lay back down and pulled up the covers. Thunder rumbled close by. I closed my eyes again.
“I’m your creation.” Again that flat voice. I sat up and looked fully at the creature. She sure as hell looked real. But what was wrong? I got up and went to my desk, giving her a wide berth.
I switched on the lamp and looked over my notes. OK, let’s see. The main character is a lesbian, yes, tall, yes. I looked back at the apparition. Tall. The notes didn’t say much more than that. I picked up my pen and wrote down: she is witty, acerbic, lightly muscular. I looked back at her. her body was smooth and looked strong.
“Ah, much better.” Her voice was still flat. I wrote. she sounds like Jodie Foster in bed.
“Do you really want to finish me out like that?” Her lip curled in an unholy sexy smile. I looked back at the outline and started working like crazy.