Most writers probably dream of seeing their work turned into a movie or a show someday. Their characters stepping off the page, brought to life by actors, directors, and all the glittering machinery of the film industry. Don't get me wrong, that would be incredible, but that is not my dream. 

I really should know better by now. I've had a live mouse land on my lap, and another one this time dead, naturally—cozily placed into my pillowcase. Yes, my sixty-dollar memory foam pillow, apparently now a five-star resort for the local rodent population. Bravo, Writer Cat. Truly, exceptional taste.