Nothing. Your mind was empty. Blank, just like the sheet of paper before you.
This was entirely too frustrating, but then again, writer's block always is.
You tapped your pen against the white paper absentmindedly, as if tapping the white spaces in between the blue lines would make words magically appear on it.
Writer's block sucks, you thought to yourself with an audible sigh escaping your mouth to fill the silence of your office.
There was a ghost of an idea floating around in your mind, but putting the broken pieces together to create a whole image was proving harder than you thought. It was like gluing the ripped shreds of a paper back together; there were, of course, parts missing, making it incomplete and imperfect.
Suddenly, you were startled by the loud yell of, "(Name)!" It was your boyfriend, Carlos, as he called out for you from another room.
"What?" You yelled back, relinquishing your pen into a cup full of other writing utensiels.
"Come're!" Carlos commanded, leaving no room for protest.
With a sigh, you did as he told and stood up, walking around the desk to go see him and whatever he had planned for you. So you pushed open the door of your office and immediately was striken with a sudden surprise.
"Hello." Carlos greeted with a perfect poker face, no trace of laughter in his eyes. On his chest were two coconuts that were strung together by a green vine. Around his waist and down his legs hung a straw skirt that left nothing to the imagination.
For some odd reason, a man from Cuba was dressed as a Hawaiian dancer.
"What are you doing...?" You managed to ask, despite how surprised you were.
"You have writer's block, right?" He asked, letting a smile take over the earlier poker face.
You nodded mindlessly in reply, not being able to take your eyes off of the two brown coconuts that served as a bra to cover his belumptuious man breasts.
"Well," he raised both arms and put them behind his head, smirking in a way that indicated that he had found a new challenge to undertake, "I'm dressed like this to help you get over it. To give you an idea for your book."
Ignoring the fact that everything was amazingly weird, you felt a warmth rise to your cheeks and a smile melt onto your lips; he was so sweet and caring! You just loved how Carlos had the power to make you smile, no matter how cringe-inducing his dancing was.