me, myself, the story teller and the coworking space

Some people make big eyes when reading my stories and ask if I was taking drugs to write them. I say yes: Lots of sleep.
But honestly I just use the everyday madness and fragments of my dreams as a pool for ideas. My mouse squeaks when I scroll and I wash some of the grapes that still have leaves on them. Someone brought them from their garden into the coworking space. I believe his name is frank Frank.