As I struggle with the world and my health, I seek moments of joy. Writing often provides that joy.

The last line of this scene was unplanned, spontaneous, and felt like a strike of lightning. I structure and plan extensively, but as I write the details, I discovery write. That’s when these lightning strike moments happen. I crave those moments of joy.

A fluffle of bramble bunnies poured into the cave. At first they wondered around randomly, but then gathered in a hollow in the cave wall just past the foyer. The mass of bodies roiled as they settled. When comfortable, they began nodding off.

Hope and Baby stared at their new lair mates.

Hope said, “Would you like to learn how to count?”