No plot, so what!

I, like my mother, am indulging myself with the challenge of creating a fabulous romance novel in 30 days. I use the term fabulous very loosely, but the saying the truth is more interesting than fiction, in this case, is entirely lost on me. Romance has not been in the air for quite some time. Only ashes from recent forest fires. Not the same as smoldering passions. In my novel, I will be adding dashes from excerpts of my own life, with a splash from family and friends just for good measure. Sometimes the reality you create is more endearing and pleasant than the one you find yourself surrounded by. For example, sitting here at a nurses station, while construction is being done to upgrade the rooms, and the doctors are mumbling about themselves, and the social workers are socializing, and the call lights are calling, and the rattling of iv poles being pushed around the unit in endless circles, well, it is nice to retreat to a place where an alterego is unknowingly about to chance upon her knight in shining armour.
It does help, too, to have the influences of nyquil enticing my thoughts.
I do stop and peak into my patients rooms to ensure their safety, and can't help but wish I had their "prison sentence" of having to remain confined to a room, with nothing but a phone, a tv and my bed for entertainment. Ah, bed. To sleep, perchance to dream. But alas, another set of rounds...safety first!