11:16 pm June 24, 2010My Muse
She’s made of light and tiptoes on my shoulder, whispering and giggling in my ear with a voice that sounds like twinkling and dew drops.
And tonight, she’s prompting my eyes to stay open… urging me to type just a little bit more.
If I break another 1,000 words before falling asleep, she tells me I get to dance with her on the back porch and eat a big bowl of Grape-Nut ice cream.
I’m trying really — yaaawwwn — hard.
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That photo is beyond beautiful. You and your muse are beautiful.
Comment by Diana — June 25, 2010 @ 6:03 am