In that three AM corridor between the horrific dream that woke me up and the slow gurgle of the coffee maker outliving its warranty, I come face to face with the new story. And as with most of my efforts, the tale is never what I thought it was at the beginning. The linen clean sheets of virtual paper are are now crowded with highlighted asides, as if I am my own rude audience commenting sotto voce and demanding MORE.
Great transition and word choice!