A MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT      Morgan Mansfield stood before her new creation for what felt like hours. It had taken on a life of its own somewhere between midnight and dawn, and now, as she looked up at the monster that hulled before her, her skin prickled.      She hadn’t paid much attention to what her hands had been forming in the cold, gray clay. Her mind had been elsewhere. She worked through most of the night in silence, the studio windows wide open to let in the warm breeze of midsummer’s night. The scent of the night flowers she had planted around the studio, combined with the sounds of lurking…