Me & My Muse – Day 1030: Closing the Sale

What am I trying to sell?  Nothing in particular.  I’m just in the midst of preparing for tonight’s speech for Toastmasters.

Tonight, I will be delivering a sales presentation.  With that in mind, I need to get ready for it.


Muse:  Kyle!  How does my hair look?

It looks…fine?  Whoa!  Why are you so young all of a sudden?  How old are you?

Muse:  I’m 10 years old.  Duh!

Duh?  Don’t “duh” me.  You weren’t ten yesterday.  So you’re a tween today?

Muse:  I don’t know.  When I woke up, I was ten.  Just like I was yesterday!  Why are you so much older?

What do you mean?

Muse:  You’re not ten.  You look like you could almost be my dad.

Why would I be ten?  I’m an adult!

Muse:  You weren’t yesterday!  You were ten like I was!

What was I doing yesterday?

Muse:  You were in Mrs. Porter’s class.  You and everyone was working hard to read enough pages so that the principal would go on the roof of the school.

That was fourth grade, about 21 years ago.  Are you telling me that your memories only go back to 1995?

Muse:  That’s all that I can remember.  You and your brother were playing with Timmy.  While you were doing that, I was waiting for you to write your next story.  What am I doing here?

For you, you are in the future.  None of this will make sense to you.  Just know that you will be back in 1995 tomorrow, with my ten-year old self.

Muse:  Okay.  Does my hair look okay?

It looks fine.  Who are you trying to impress?

Muse:  You…but you’re a whole lot older.  I think I’ll go back to my room.

Just bare with today.  You will be home tomorrow.

Muse:  Okay.  Bye Kyle!

*Muse vanishes in a beam of light*

That was interesting.  She was a tween, but from the past.

I now need to get ready for my speech.  With tonight’s meeting and eating afterwards, that’s pretty much tonight in a nutshell.

Today’s high is going to be 68 degrees and the silver lining is tonight’s Toastmasters meeting.

To those of you who like evening activities, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.


Muse:  How did I get here?  I’m getting bored.  I really want to go home…