"I'm hungry." Daria thought to herself, sitting up in her room, staring at her computer. she could smell the thick stench of overheated lasagna, could faintly hear it being served downstairs. Daria made a feeble sound, and tried to disconnect herself from the computer. She failed.
Locking eyes with the sightless monitor, Daria stared at the few words standing naked at the top of her page, the rest a blur of white. "How long have i been staring at this screen? I have a headache. Go downstairs and eat." Her brain moaned, expecting to be heeded. "No!" Her heart exploded in response. "We haven't written anything in weeks. weeks! We have to write this or we will die!"
Fidgiting, Daria hesitantly added a couple words. Her brain clapped sarcastically. "Good job. in a few more hours, maybe we'll have ten words."
"If we don't work, we will never break out of this block." The heart snarled in response. The brain let out a despairing sigh. "We both know that even when we can write, it's never any good." There was a long period of depressed silence.
Daria stood up slowly, and went downstairs to eat. the computer screen flickered in the dark room, several words waiting for her to return.