With a resounding click

the final full stop struck.

The chair screeched,

The curtains flung open,

the moon floodlit the room.

The wind drifted in through the half-open window,

lazily tinkled the chandelier crystals,

stole the page atop the pile,

and dashed out again.

Paperweight in place,

Now,

she said, ironic,

I must begin again.