The Late Night Muse
It's late at night. About 2am
and I am on the verge of slumber
when I hear a knock on my door.
I roll over and try to fall back asleep
but then person outside
bursts in my room
"I'M HERE!!" she yells jubilantly
waking me abruptly from my dreams.
I jump out of bed, tired and angry,
I stand over her and glare into this imp's playful eyes.
"Who are you!?" I ask viciously.
"Your muse," she says with an unphazed smile.
I give her a once over;
woodsy small child body. No figure,
leaves stuck in unruly hair,
dirt on arms, legs, face,
and a loose iridescent green dress covered with ivy.
I stare at her in disbelief. "You're my muse?"
"Yup." She smiles mischievously.
"You don't look like one."
"Um, actually I'm a muse in training."
In frustration I swipe up my pen and paper and look at my watch.
"Well, you're late!"