Fangirl - a drabble

She hummed as she stitched, the delicate thread whispering through the thick material with only the slightest of resistance. Tuneless and meandering, it had become a mantra, to keep her focused. Where she had started, the letters were large and messy, before space consideration and the proliferation of his content necessitated she become adept at her practice.

“Lalala

yes I am

your biggest fan

Indeed I am...”

When finished, he would appreciate the masterpiece he’d helped create.

Glancing at the screen, she copied the next line of prose meticulously onto her thigh, then devotedly pushed the needle into soft flesh.