Finished the last page of the fox book

It took three weeks. Not because it was hard, but because I kept stopping to stare at the sky from my window. The fox’s fur is all wrong in the first draft—too flat, too green—but now it’s layered like old leaves under a porch light. I’m not sure if the editor will like it. But the dog in the corner? He’s looking at me sideways, like he knows I’ve been lying about how much sleep I’ve gotten.