Having this finished work for the day, I am quite tired.  With the rest of the day ahead of me, I’m going to just relax…Huh?  I got a text message.  It’s from…My Muse?

 

Muse:  Hey Kyle!  *smiley face emoji*  Do you think you could come over here?  *curious emoji*  I would like to talk to you… *heart emoji*

Really?  That’s a little too many emoji’s. Okay.  I’ll come over…

*teleports to Muse’s house*

Okay.  And…What’s this?  I have a Snapchat now, and it’s from my Muse!

*opens Snapchat, which shows Muse with a fancy hairdo and glitter filter*

Muse:  Are you over here yet?  “Cause I really want to talk! Later!

*Muse runs out of her room and glances at me looking at my phone*

Muse:  Oh.  There you are!  I just sent that…

Hmm…And I haven’t even done your readings yet.  How old are you today?  You look a little bit older…

Muse:  I’m 11 years old.

11 years and 2.5 months, to be exact.  You’re 3’5.5” tall and you weigh 33 pounds.  The height and weight of a four-and-a-half-year old.

Muse:  I know.  I’m still tiny.  From my last appointment, the doctor said that I would only get up to four and a half feet tall.  So, I’m only going to grow another foot?

Sounds about right.  Why did you call me over here?

Muse:  Well, all of my fam have plans tonight.  Even my bestie!  Can you believe that?

Bestie?

Muse:  Are you serious?  It’s best friend! Get with the twenty-first century!  I’m surprised that you have a smartphone.  And…Your Instagram is waaaaaaaaaaaaay outdated!  22 posts and your last post was left on Halloween?  I have over 10,000 posts and I just left my 10th post today…*Muse takes quick picture of me*

What was that for?

Muse:  I think you’re dreamy.

You do, enough?  Too bad you look more like a daughter than a woman…

Muse:  Well duh!  I’m eleven!

That may be so, but you look quite young for your age…

Muse:  So?  I looked young all my life…

All your second life.  You were actually taller in your first one…

Muse:  I can barely remember that.  I can remember this life a lot more…Can you smile?

What?  Another picture?  There.

*Muse takes a selfie, standing in front of me*

Muse:  Thank you!  Hopefully, my friends aren’t all busy tomorrow…

Wait a second.  You can’t be living by yourself!  You’re not quite old enough yet.

Muse:  Relax Kyle.  Mom and dad are literally coming over soon.  They just texted me back before you came over.  They’re coming over boots.

Boots?

Muse:  *sigh*  Nevermind.  You’re too basic to understand how me and my squad talks.  You really need to get woke.

I’m sorry, but I don’t speak tween.

Muse:  Well I don’t speak old either.  Get woke.

Well, alright.  Time to consult a tween lexicon…

Muse:  Well, that’s goals.  I’m getting hangry so I’m going to get something to eat.  Later!

*Muse exits room holding her cellphone*

Well, Nurture and Remedy should be there soon.  I’ll head back to my place…

*teleports back to reality*

Wow…I just consulted the tween dictionary.  That’s a lot of strange words!  Well, I guess I can say I’m woke now.

But this is going to take some getting used to.  What did she need those pictures for?  I’ll have to ask her next time.  For now, I’m just going to take it easy…

Today’s high is going to be 88 degrees and the silver lining is the week almost being over.

To those of you who are taking it easy tonight, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  There.  I did the dare.  I took a picture of him and called him dreamy.  I then took a selfie.  What?  Yeah.  I really do think he’s dreamy.  He’s very lit in a no tox way.  He’s just not woke since he couldn’t understand a word that I said.  What?  You want me to?  Okay.  That is so goals.  Did you hear from the newest member of the fam?  She just got her first training bra!  I know.  That was literally me about two months ago.  Well, my mom and dad are coming over totally boots.  Yeah!  They’re coming over so I’ll talk to you later, okay?  Yeah.  I’ll have you and my squad over for a sleepover.  Okay?  I’m hungry so I’ll talk to you later, okay?  Later bestie!