Last night was pretty crazy.   It was an ordeal, but I survived it.  Just when I was about to abandon all hope on my treasured source of creativity, the old man arrived, and not a moment too late, either!  He gave me the cure and I acted fast.

I injected the cure into her just as she was beginning to gasp. These labored breaths of hers became more violent and more frequent.  It was becoming harder and harder for her to breathe, and I fear that I would lose her any second….

And then…..Nothing happened.  Upon checking, I saw that she was sleeping.  She was still breathing, but her breaths were quiet and uneven.

Since then, it has been a waiting game.  Is she going to die, or is she going to pull through?  Only time will tell….

 

Muse:  Who killed all my precious ideas?  And why did I feel so hungry this morning?  I never felt that hungry before.  Ever!

You did.  When you were younger….

Muse:  Younger?  That was years ago!  Don’t be silly!

No.  I mean it.  You made yourself younger, so you forgot how to raise those ideas….

Muse:  So you’re telling me that I did this?  But I can’t remember doing it!  Whatever.  If you say I did….

You did.  How else would all this have happened?  Now, let me come over and hug you.  I thought that I was going to lose you….

Muse:  Aw….I love hugs!  Tee hee!

I see that you’re an adult now.

Muse:  Why wouldn’t I be?  On the other hand, being a kid would be kind of fun.  Tee hee!  I think I’ll do that….

No!  Don’t!

Muse:  I’m just messing with ya!  Can’t you take a joke?  It looks like SOMEBODY doesn’t have a sense of humor!  Um, why are you staring at me weird?

It’s just….You were about to die and the old man saved your life.

Muse:  Old man?

He gave me a cure to inject into you.  It reverted your memories back to the past.  Now how did you get your strength back?

Muse:  Well, I had just enough strength to teleport to the Tower of Ideas.  There was still plenty of yucky leftovers there, but they gave me my strength back.  All the new ideas are growing, and they will not die under my watch!

What’s the last thing that you can remember?

Muse:  Just yesterday, you started this Me & My Muse thing.  Don’t you remember?  ExperiMENTAL?  I still think it needs a better title.  Wait!  Day 46?  Is this some kind of joke?

No.  The cure reverted your memories back 44 days.  You have no memories of anything beyond that.  I would’ve wanted it to be further than that, but oh well….

Muse:  Well, that’s crazy.  if all this happened, I will want to read and post in every single one!

So what do you think of adults?

Muse:  They’re okay, I guess!  Why do you ask me?

I’m just trying to figure out what’s wrong with you.

Muse:  What’s wrong with me?  There’s nothing wrong!  Tee hee!

There.  The “tee hee” thing.  Why do you say that?

Muse:  Oh, that?  It’s just a habit that I started picking up.  It’s fun to say, especially when there’s something funny.  Tee hee!

But isn’t it childish?

Muse:  I don’t know!  It’s just a habit!  It’s doesn’t make me a kid or anything.  I just like saying it, okay?

Okay.  I’m just asking a simple question….

Muse:  So what are you doing with your real life besides talking to an imaginary Muse about her “recovery”?

Well, I work today and I have the weekend off.

Muse:  I have those ideas to get back to the way I want them.  We’ll talk more later!  Bye!

 

Interesting.  “Tee hee” is something that she just picked up?  From who?  Whoever she picked this up from is responsible for this behavior.

Today, the high is going to be 78 degrees.  The silver lining will be having the whole weekend off.  The bonus will be working on my story if I can get around to that.

For those of you who enjoy recoveries, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  There you go, ideas!  Mommy’s here.  Mommy’s going to make you grow nice and big….to be eaten!  Tee hee!