The front porch

Peter grabbed a Coke and sat on his front porch. He opened the book Reality will mold itself around what you have written...

"Yeah, right," he said.

He looked up and saw his neighbor Ms. Tutweiler washing her car.

"Who dresses like that to wash a car?" he asked himself. For a lark, he wrote Ms Tutweiler is washing her car while wearing a sexy bikini.

He looked up, and the pen fell from his fingers. Ms. Tutwieler was wearing a skimpy red bikini.