As she watched her human, she noticed he was in a dream world again. His feet gently walking, barely touching the fallen leaves, deep in the forest. A twig snapped, he froze not moving.
Hooves tore through the silence of the forest, as two deer bolted over the brush. The muse waited, hovering over the forest floor, drawing her long cloak around her.
But the human surprised her, by looking straight at her and saying: “No thanks, I already know what to write today…..”
She harrumphed, turning and disappearing in the trees. She thought, “If this keeps up I won’t be needed for much longer….”
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