I woke up again and glanced around. My eyes casting nervous glances around my Muse. She was in her original form, since the pandemic was no time for her to portray any of her unique forms. My Muse peacefully slept, with a smile on her face.
Her dreams continued and she continued sleeping. Does she dream before she transforms? I still don’t have the answer to that…
Then I saw it. Again. My Muse began to flash…
The flash became brighter and brighter. It got more intense by the second.
And then…Nothing. None of her clothes changed. Nothing happened.
My Muse then woke up and looked at me. “Were you expecting a transformation? Sorry. We are in a middle of a pandemic. I have not even rehearsed that part, let alone practice it. Those flashes were just for show. Something I told the special effects department to put together.
I nodded. “No transformation, huh? I totally understand.”
“For the time being, no.” She told me. “The Weather Muse arc still needs to be resolved, and then there will be a transformation.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know when that will be. I guess whenever things calm down with this pandemic…”
My Muse cast a skeptical look at me. “I suspect something with this whole virus. But I’m going to wait for you to tell them.”
“I certainly will,” I told her. “It’s a theory that I have, and one that I will share in the not so distant future.”
My Muse gave me a kiss on the cheek and stood up. “I’m going back to my house. Hang in there. We will get through this pandemic, okay?”
I nodded. “Yes, we will.”
My Muse vanished in a beam of light and I looked around with a smile.
It doesn’t look like there will be any new transformations this time. Not until the old ones get resolved. There’s no telling what this next 100 days will bring…