Inner stirrings

Matter-of-fact 

And Spirit-of-fiction

Got into a silly fight

Spirit was feeling that urge again to write

Something...

But the fact of the matter 

Was that she had nothing to say

Then, put your pen and notebook away

Snapped Matter-of-fact

It's time to eat something 

I'm hungry

Something...

What will you eat?

Asked Spirit slyly

The fact of the matter 

Was that Matter had no idea what to cook

Don't give me that look!

Hissed Matter-of-fact angrily

Do you wish to put away your plate and cutlery

Spirit whispered

Ignore your hunger pangs 

For want of a recipe?

This is how it is for me

Impossible to settle

Until inner stirrings take form