Me & My Muse – Day 100: Tower of Muses

My Muse has been quiet since yesterday.  Since that conversation that I had with her in private, she has just been keeping to herself.  I hope that I didn’t put her off with what I told her.  Was it something I said?

The things that I told her.  I need not tell you all of them, since most of them are quite personal.  All I will tell you is that it pertains to her recovery, and it had to do with her embarrassing things that she experienced yesterday.

Now, for all of you who have read yesterday’s entry (all two of you, according to my site’s analytics), you didn’t make fun of her, did you?  Everyone has experienced a low point at least once in their life.  And that low point, particularly for my Muse, was quite embarrassing for her.  And for the low point that you have experienced, I’m sure that it was shameful and embarrassing to you as well.  So if you didn’t make fun of her, I appreciate your level of maturity.  All of us are adults, so we don’t need to have a juvenile attitude about the unfortunate circumstances that various people face, whether they’re real or imaginary.

Well, normally my Muse would come out of my head by this time, and she’s not.  With that being the case, I will end it here…..

What’s that?  For your convenience, I will shift the point of view from second person, to a first person narrative.  The remainder of this entry will be expressed in this manner.

All of a sudden, as I finished my explanation about my conversation with my Muse and was about to end another entry, I saw a flash.  This flash nearly blinded my eyes, so I had to look back for a second.

When l looked back again, the flash had faded into a bright glow.  A door sat there.  A door that looked familiar.  A door that sat in the middle of the living room, not attached to any wall.  A door that begged to be opened.

Glancing at the door, I hesitated no longer.  I grabbed the knob and turned it.  I opened the door….

What could be behind this door?  Having seen a door like this before, I knew that it was a dimensional portal that was linked to another world.  A distant land that I have visited before.

Giving this some more thought, it hit me.  I have seen this door before!  It was in Think & Write #100.  The door there led to a field with a 100 story office tower, comprising every one of my past Think & Writes.  A tower in the middle of nowhere.

After standing there for a while, I finally entered through the door.  Sure enough, the same field was there.  I was surrounded by the lush greenery.  Green clovers and wildflowers.  Pink and red roses.  Orange lilies.  Purple daisies.  Pink tulips.  A sea of color.

The colorful flowering sea led to a rather tall structure that sat far in the distance.  Again, this was getting too predictable, having already experienced this before.

The tower looked like an office building – for women.  The pink and white accents ran up and down the structure.  The glass had a pink tint to it.

“A pink office building,” I said to myself.  “Can’t my Muse be any more original?”

As I walked towards the tower, I noticed the trees that encircled the boundary of the field of color.  It was done in a long oval shape, with pines, oaks, cedars, poplars, birches, and a few redwoods.  But the tower dwarfed them all.

I then approached the out-of-place tower.  A tower like this belongs in the city.  For it to exist in the wilderness is a paradox in itself.  Furthermore, the pink and white design produces a strong feminine vibe.  A vibe that loudly declares  “This tower was made for women, not men.  If you are a man, get out!  You don’t belong here.”

But that didn’t stop me.  I glanced at the lavishly decorated facade that marked the entrance.  It was a figure of a woman, richly decorated in gold and diamonds.  The diamonds marked her eyes and outlined her entire body, including her breasts.  The figure was appropriately covered, with the diamonds marking where the bulges were in her 24-carat garment.

I walked inside and was immediately surrounded by pink.  Pink and white checkered tiles made of marble.  Pink and white sashes hanging in wide arcs throughout the ceiling.  The colors of the walls alternated between pink and white.  A white service desk sat in the middle of the lobby.

And, of course, a receptionist sat there, hard at work, making rapid strokes on the keyboard.  When the receptionist caught a glance of me, I saw her face.  Sure enough, it was my Muse, only she was an adult.

“So, is this the Tower of Ideas?”  I asked her.

My Muse shook her head and gave me a widening smile.  “No it isn’t!  This is the Tower of Muses.”

“Tower of Muses?” I asked.  “That means, there are other Muses here.”

My Muse nodded.  “And that’s okay with me, since they’re all a bunch of me’s.  I mean, I wouldn’t want you with any other Muse.  By the way, I’m surprised that you made it this far.”

When she said this, I thought she meant how far I traveled, so I gave her a stupid reply.  “Yes. I did travel quite far to get here….”

My Muse frowned.  “That is not what I meant.  What I mean is that you are on Day 100 of this whole thing.  It’s crazy how it all happened.  They hired me as the receptionist and now I manage all appointments for this whole tower.”

If you know me, I catch on very quickly.  Ignoring my stupid mistake, I nodded.  “And this floor is the first Me & My Muse – ExperiMENTAL, right?”

My Muse nodded with a gasp.  “You’re….right!  Still, I think it’s a stupid title.”

“Stupid or not, this whole tower exists now, and I am going to explore it.  You don’t need to tell me where the elevators are, since the layout is similar to the Tower of Ideas.”

My Muse gave the nod of approval.  “Go on ahead! I’m sure the other me’s will be happy to see you!”

Getting very eager, I ran to the elevators and pressed the up button until the elevator door opened.  When it did, I entered.

Looking at the elevator panel, I looked at the 100 buttons (there were actually more than that, since the additional ones were used for maintenance).  Having made so many of these before, I tried to think of all my favorites.  When I finally did this, I pressed 10 on the panel.  The elevator door closed.  The elevator went upward in a soft hum.

Moments later, the elevator door opened.  “Coffee is not for Muses, huh?” I smirked, referencing the title.

To my surprise, my Muse was not in the room.  Disappointed, I went around the floor, looking for her.  I walked around hallways and opened various rooms.  At the end of the hallway, I found a door that was opened just a crack.  Opening that door, I found myself in a bedroom, with another door that was opened halfway.  This door led to the bathroom, and I entered it.

There my Muse sat, soaked in urine from the waist down.

“Do you mind?”  My Muse shouted, her face reddening.  “I just peed myself from drinking too much coffee!  Finish giving me a shower and don’t record any more of this!”

Honoring her request, I nodded, and promptly left the bathroom.  I’ll clean her later.  Or at least, my clone from that time will.

I left the bedroom and walked down the long hallway back to the elevator.  I pressed the up button and the door opened again.  I entered, scratching my head.  “Where to next?” I said to myself.  That answer was quickly resolved.  I pressed 14 and smiled.

Seconds later, the elevator doors opened.  Upon exiting I heard the faint sound of music.  It sounded like “Resistance” by the band Muse.  As I walked closer to the music’s source, the song got louder and louder.  I was right.

Halfway down the hallway, I opened the door to find my Muse with three other Muses, singing “Resistance”.

“Love is our resistance!!!!!” They all sang in unison.

While they were singing, I smiled, as I allowed the amazing melody to permeate my body.  The ambiance of the song almost had me in a trance, but I snapped out of it near the song’s ending.

When the song was over, I smiled and stared at my Muse.  “You really like that song, don’t you?” I told her.

My Muse smiled.  “I do!  I just found out about them! I love this band!”

“Good.  I’m going to continue upward, okay?”

My Muse nodded, and began the same song once again.

The other three Muses, however, followed me outside the room.

As I walked back to the elevator with the Muses, I took a careful look at them.  Two of them were adults and one of them was only five years old.  Curious of what they were doing, I followed them to the same elevator.

Finally, after we all entered the elevator, curiosity got the best of me.  “Where are you all going?” I asked the Muses.

“33!” The first one said.

“55!” The second one said.

“81!” The third one said, who was the youngest.

After I glancing at the panel, I noticed that something was wrong.  There were two 23’s!  The second “23” was after 60.  It was where 61 should be.  Full of curiosity, I pressed that button.

As the elevator made its ascent upward, the Muses all began playing with each other.  They did something that annoyed me, called the tee hee contest.  The objective was clear.  Say “tee hee” as many times as possible in thirty seconds.  The winner is the one who said it the most.  All in all, it was a stupid game, and it really annoyed me.

Several “tee hee’s” later, the elevator stopped on the 33rd floor.  This was the “Grow Up” floor.  The elevator door opened and the first Muse stepped out of it.

When the elevator door closed, the “tee hee”ing continued.  Numerous “tee hee’s” came from both of the muses:  “Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee! Tee hee!”  It drove me crazy.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped on the 43rd floor for some reason.  When the door opened, a baby Muse stood there.  Looking only two, she walked in bashfully.

Meanwhile, the other Muses were still doing their contest.  “I win!” The youngest one shouted.

The baby Muse, on the other hand, was in awe when she saw all the buttons.  “Buttons!” She shouted.  She ran up to the panel and began pressing each one.  “I push button!” she shouted, for each button that she pressed.  “I push button! I push button! I push button! I push button!  I push button!”

She did this until all 100 buttons were pressed.  With that, the elevator made its slow ascent, stopping on each floor.

“No!” I shouted in agony.   “That’s a no-no!”

After stopping on five floors, I noticed a button in the maintenance panel.  It read “cancel”.  Desperate to leave this two-year old, I pressed it.  All the lit up buttons turned off.  That button just cancelled all the other floors!  That was a big relief for me.

“You push button?” the baby Muse said, casting an accusatory stare at me and frowning.  “No!  I push button!”  And with that, she ran back over to the elevator button panel.

But before she could press any buttons, I yanked her away.  “No no.”  I said, speaking in a condescending voice.  “No pushing buttons, okay?”

“But I wanna push button!” she whined.

Meanwhile, the other two Muses pushed their respective buttons again.  The older one pushed 55 and the younger one pushed 81.

Moments later (which felt like an eternity since I was holding back a whiny two-year old Muse), the elevator stopped on the 55th floor.  This was the “Growing Pains” floor.  The second Muse exited the elevator and the door closed again.

Suddenly, I noticed that I forgot to press the button to my floor again.  Holding the baby Muse back in one hand, I pressed the button to the second 23 with the other.

This was a big mistake.  “I WANNA PUSH BUTTON!”  the baby Muse screamed, trying to squirm loose from my grip.

As that elevator neared the 23rd floor (61st floor), the toddler managed to squirm loose.  She joyfully ran her little fingers up and down the panel, shouting “I push button!”.

But it didn’t matter.  The next floor was the floor I wanted.  The second 23rd floor.  I ran off as fast as I could.

“Bye!” the third Muse shouted as the elevator doors closed.

I sighed with relief.  But that relief became despair when I realized something tugging at my hand.  It was the baby Muse.  She got off the elevator with me!

“You be a good girl if you’re with me!” I told her in a stern voice.

“I be good girl!” she shouted.  “I be good girl!”

As I walked down the hallway, I noticed a copy of myself coming out of one of the rooms.

“Another Kyle?” the copy gasped.  “What?  That’s pretty weird!  Tee hee!”

Then it hit me.  This was the “Role Reversal” floor.

“Enjoying my body?” I asked my Muse.

My copy nodded.  “Your body is amazing!  Tee hee!  I wish that I was Tangible everyday!”

All of a sudden, the baby Muse shouted.  “Uh oh!”

“Uh oh?”  I gasped.  “What is it?”

The baby Muse glanced down at the bottom of her dress.  “Uh oh!” she repeated.

That’s when I noticed a drop of urine drip down from under her dress to the floor.  Uh oh indeed!  I need to get her back to her own floor!

I quickly said bye to my copy and grabbed the Baby Muse by the hand.  I took her back to the elevator.

“Where are the diapers?” I asked her.

The baby Muse magically produced one in her hand.  After that, I changed her, and pushed the up button on the elevator.  The elevator opened and we both walked inside.

I then decided to go to the 67th floor.  I pressed that and waited.  A short time later, the elevator door opened and we both got out.

The 67th floor was “Now You’re Speaking my Language”.   I searched the floor and found my Muse in one of the last rooms.

“Ni pimqi vota Zorpoza!” I said to her, showing off my Zorpozian.

“Urr!” My Muse shouted.  “Translate it for those who don’t understand!  He said ‘I love speaking Zorpozian’, by the way.”

“Zoqa zik zaz’o yizi nin, Ni biqom zwoa imua.”  I said, continuing to show off.

“Translate!” My Muse screamed.  “You said ‘Having this baby girl with me, I can’t stay here.’  Good!  I won’t have to translate your stupid language any longer!”

“Xoam!” I shouted.

“Bye!” she translated.

I hurriedly took the baby Muse into the elevator and pressed 84 without looking. Moments later, the door opened and I exited the elevator with her.

How did I get here? My brain suddenly flipped around.  I’ll leave in reverse!  I know!  How do I leave if everything is backwards?

With that, I tried to leave, only to realize that everything was backwards, since this was the “Stuck in Reverse” floor. I was supposed to be on the 84th floor!  This is the wrong floor!  I quickly got back inside the elevator and pushed 84.  I then realized that I was on the 78th floor.

To my amazement, the elevator moved upward.  When I saw this, I let out a sigh of relief.  Being on a floor where everything is backwards is dangerous, because you might never escape.

Just as we neared the 84th floor, the baby Muse sat there and pointed at the bottom of her dress again.  “Uh oh!” she shouted.  “Uh oh!  Uh oh!”

The elevator door opened on the 84th floor and I took her out.  “No!” I told her, shouting.  “You will be a baby for a while, and then you’ll be tired of it.  That’s how the entry ends.  I know because I lived it.  So good bye!”

Without any hesitation, I left the “Baby Muse” floor and pressed the 100 button as quick as I could.  I pressed it several times before the elevator doors started to close.

“Change me, daddy!” the baby Muse shouted, extending her hands out as the elevator doors closed.

Finally, moments later, the elevator arrived at the 100th floor.

The floor was an enormous room, lavishly decorated.  A desk sat in one corner and a king-sized bed sat in the other.  Pretty much the same room as Tower of Ideas, only the bed was pink.

And on the bed laid my Muse.  She was still five years old and fast asleep, with a note attached to her.  It didn’t surprise me that she was sleeping, considering that creating this tower probably took so much out of her.

Attached to her hand was a note.  And this is what it said:

To my master,

I made this tower for you and me.  This is to honor your hard work and dedication for your 100 days of hardship.  Thank you for setting me free from that wretched idea.  Tee hee!  If you look at your computer, the last entry is already written.  I am forever grateful to your kindness, your dedication to saving me and your gratitude.

Love,

Your Muse

I then looked next to the bed and noticed a directory which was much like the Tower of Ideas.  However, this was the directory for the Tower of Muses.  I looked at the directory.

The Tower of Muses – Directory

Floor 01 – ExperiMENTAL  Floor 02 –  Of Jobs and Pizza  Floor 03 – Brain Freeze  Floor 04 – Vacation’s All I Ever Wanted  Floor 05 – Day at the Lake  Floor 06 – Weekend Aftermath  Floor 07 – Open up and say AHHHHHHH!!!!  Floor 08 – Advancing to Boardwalk  Floor 09 – Green Haircut  Floor 10 – Coffee is NOT for Muses  Floor 11 – Short and Sweet  Floor 12 – Miss Obvious  Floor 13 – Out of Luck  Floor 14 – MUSEic to my Ears  Floor 15 – A Good Read  Floor 16 – A Brief talk about Pizza  Floor 17 – Homecooked Meal  Floor 18 – Payday!  Floor 19 – L is for Lazy  Floor 20 – May for a Day  Floor 21 – Just another Manic Monday  Floor 22 – Story Time  Floor 23 – Dinner and a Movie  Floor 24 – The End of the Story  Floor 25 – It’s Friday, I’m in Love  Floor 26 – Green Haircut II – Now with Ranting!  Floor 27 – The Waiting Game  Floor 28 – Another Way to Play the Game….  Floor 29 – Goodbye, Green Grass….  Floor 30 – Dumb Phone  Floor 31 – Pizza Genius  Floor 32 – Formatting Issues  Floor 33 – Grow Up  Floor 34 – Dream On  Floor 35 – Happy Birthday!  Floor 36 – Birthday Aftermath  Floor 37 – Preparing the Roast  Floor 38 – Back to the Beginning  Floor 39 – A Brief Respite  Floor 40 – Borrowed Time  Floor 41 – Gonna Need a Leash  Floor 42 – Work + Toastmasters = The Perfect Vacation  Floor 43 – Short and Sweet 2 – Must….Prepare….Roast….  Floor 44 – But you’re Still Hungry….  Floor 45 – The Hunger Pains  Floor 46 – Close Call  Floor 47 – Do Not Disturb Floor 48 – House Arrest  Floor 49 – The Search Continues….  Floor 50 – A Day On and a Day Off  Floor 51 – I Came, I Saw, I…..Lost  Floor 52 – Downward Spiral  Floor 53 – The Nightmare Continues  Floor 54 – Can’t Wake Up  Floor 55 – Growing Pains  Floor 56 – Gonna Need a Babysitter  Floor 57 – Might as Well Make it “Me” Today….  Floor 58 – Back to Work  Floor 59 – I Need Therapy  Floor 60 – The Cureman Cometh  Floor 23 – Role Reversal  Floor 62 – Back to Reality  Floor 63 – Basket Case  Floor 64 – Summer’s Last Stand  Floor 65 – A Day That I Will Never Forget  Floor 66 – The Countdown Begins  Floor 67 – Now You’re Speaking My Language  Floor 68 – Short and Sweet 3 – Must….Begin….Day….  Floor 68b – Bonus 1: A Hopeless Search  Floor 69 – Tis the Day for Writing  Floor 69b – Bonus 2: The Wild Goose Chase Continues  Floor 70 – Second Chance  Floor 70b – Bonus 3: Solving the Puzzle  Floor 71 – Open House  Floor 72 – Back to Work….Again….  Floor 73 – A Breath of Fresh Air  Floor 74 – What do you Wear to Bed?  Floor 75 – Where is My Muse?  Floor 76 – Short and Sweet 4 – Lazy Sunday Edition  Floor 77 – Fall Duties….  Floor 78 – Stuck in Reverse  Floor 79 – The Storm Begins….  Floor 80 – The Dreadful Downpour….  Floor 81 – Growth Spurt  Floor 82 – A Giant Headache  Floor 83 – The Headache Worsens  Floor 84 – Baby Muse  Floor 85 – Almost, but not quite  Floor 86 – This One’s Going to be Short  Floor 87 – I Want My Old Muse Back  Floor 88 – Anytime Now….  Floor 89 – It’s About Time!  Floor 90 – Trapped….  Floor 91 – Forgotten….  Floor 92 – One Last Chance  Floor 93 – On the Run  Floor 94 – Getting Inside  Floor 95 – The Long Journey Begins  Floor 96 – Through the Valley  Floor 97 – The Final Showdown  Floor 98 – Recovery  Floor 99 – Recovery: Part II  Floor 100 – Tower of Muses

The high today is going to be 55 degrees and the silver lining is having this 100th post made.

To all of you who have ever completed a major milestone, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

She’s right!  The entire entry is typed!  And there’s that message at the end!  Aw…..

Now I’ll….What’s going on?  On the bed!  My Muse is flashing….

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