My Muse is Back

I was strolling across the San Francisco State campus, taking my time on my way to class, when suddenly my muse appeared beside me wearing an orange sundress and large, round sunglasses.



"Yummmm... there are some mighty fine young boys at this school," she said. "And girls."



"What are you doing here?" I stopped walking and looked around quickly, wondering if anyone else could see my nemesis and the mistress of all my creativity.



She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "Good to s...