Have you ever wished your muse would stick to business hours, lol.
3:30 am she started whispering in my ear, all I wanted to do was sleep. Should I have gotten up and recorded her whispers? My bed was so warm and snug…I was unprepared to write this tribute she was speaking, painful and fresh.
After much argument I drifted back to sleep and only a moment later the alarm sounded, discussions on Christmas albums filled my tired, resistant mind. I am still not ready to write the tribute of which we spoke.