I woke up again and glanced around. My eyes carefully glancing around my Muse. She was in her time traveling form. My Muse peacefully slept, with a smile on her face.
Her dreams greeted her and she continued sleeping. Dream after dream before the moment that I was waiting for. The transformation.
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…I saw nothing happen. Her clothes were pretty much the same. Not a single thing happened.
My Muse then woke up and yawned. She then glanced at her hands. “Did it work? It worked!”
I frowned. “What worked? Nothing has changed.”
But my Muse disagreed. “What do you mean nothing has changed? Don’t I look different to you?”
“Not at all!” I told her. “You have always been like this.”
“But what about Dark Muse?” she asked me. “Don’t you remember her?”
“Dark Muse?” I frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. “There is a Midnight Muse, who has been a pain…”
My Muse nodded, and looked at me. “Please excuse me for a second.”
I nodded. “You have to use the bathroom?”
She shook her head. “No! I just need to be alone…”
“By all means!” I told her. “Go ahead…”
My Muse left the room and made a mirror appear in her hands. She looked at her face and frowned. “My sister…” she sighed. “Twinnie…Why did he call her Midnight Muse?”
She gasped, as she felt the reality sink in. “Why doesn’t he recognize that I’m different? Could it be…?”
Her mind flashed back to the moment she was born. As Dark Muse, she traded places with her sister!
“Oh no!” she cried. “That’s why he can’t remember anything! I completely changed history. That means my sister has always been…”
She returned to the room, where I was patiently waiting for her.
“Are you good now?” I asked her.
“No.” she told me. “Are you sure that I don’t look different to you?”
“Absolutely!” I told her. “You have always looked like that.”
“What if I told you that I changed history?” she whimpered.
“That is absolutely crazy.” I told her. “Why are you acting so strange?”
“But the last transformation! I was a time traveler!”
“Wrong. You were a race car driver.”
“No. I changed history so I was a different transformation. Of course you wouldn’t remember!” Tears began to fill her eyes.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked her. “You’re starting to act crazy!”
“I am not crazy!” She wailed. She hurried out of the room, bawling.
I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. Something is wrong with my Muse. Has she gone crazy? Could Midnight Muse be behind this?
If that’s the case, the next 100 days are going to be rough…