'you gotta wise up mission' she said, adding, 'your just a dreamer, all over the place, dreaming up things and living in a fantasy world.'

'i dreamed you up,' i whisper.

'yeah and i'm telling you this for your own sake, you gotta stop writing this blog, no one reads it, no one cares.'

'i don't write it to be read, or for people to care, that's never been an issue for me.'

'you gotta make money mission, cold hard cash pays the bills, not your rambling words...'

'my words don't ramble, they are just flourishes, passing thoughts, ideas and obsessions, a river of unconsciousness into the ocean of...'

'...see! there you go again, rambling.'

'well i like dreaming, i am an enthusiastic dreamer, this is what happens to space cadets, they graduate to whatever i am, my fantasy is actually your reality, you're reading me so therefore my fantasy is real to you lest we be talking about the economy.'

i feel on a roll, my mental faculties are operating on a level of intuition, my brain is disengaged.

'well that's just complete rubbish mission, i'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.'

'i don't really mind either way but you need to start running away now.'

'why would i want to do that?'

she stands there, all tall and confident.

'because there's a fire breathing dragon about to swoop down and eat you.'

her smirk changes into a look of surprise as the shadow passes across her and she feels the hair on her neck respond to the sweep of wings.