Know how Barnes & Nobles and Borders always have miniature coffee shops inside? Last night I dreamt there was a tiny Barnes & Noble inside a Borders.
The story's now at 2,165 words. I wrote the best part so far yesterday, and when I woke up this morning, I kind of already knew three things I want to write over the course of the story. I think it basically finished itself, by itself, in my head. Hopefully my typing fingers can do as well.