the muse left me on read for five hours today

she broke my heart

loving

the muse strokes my hair. i fall asleep in her lap. she brings me my favourite danish from that cafe down the street, as the sun splashes through linen curtains. hands it to me in bed. the muse puts on my favourite record and urges me to dance. the muse frolics with my inner child. the muse tells me that i’m pretty, feeds me berries from her palm. the muse and i just booked a last minute ticket to anywhere. we laugh at the unknowns and scribble