INSPIRATION

By Chrissy Engstrom (1995)

I was sitting home alone when the little angel came to me. She was a curious creature; now that I think about it, she didn’t really resemble my idea of an angel at all. I’d been preparing to finish writing the book I’d started almost a year ago. Many ideas came to me, yet none of them were quite right. Each of them contradicted the rest of my story in some way. It was then that the little angel appeared before me. At first all I could see was an outline of her sitting upon my computer screen. I thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep and rubbed my eyes. when I opened my eyes, she became very real. I reached over to touch her, and actually felt the warmth of her skin. Not for a moment was I scared of her, although she did have a rather devilish look about her. When I really stop to think about it, I wonder why I wasn’t scared. Her mouth twisted into an evil sort of grin, almost mocking my seemingly foolish attempts at writing a story. Her nose was turned slightly upward leaving a snobbish air about her. Her eyebrows were thin and shaped into big arcs as if broadcasting her superior knowledge. The snobbish impression of her features completely contradicted her personality. I never actually heard her say anything but I could sense the things she was telling me. suddenly ideas would pop into my head. Crazy ideas; the kinds of ideas I would never have come up with on my own; ideas that worked. Within the next five minutes, I’d finished what I’d been trying to finish for the past year, but before I could ask the little angel who she was and where she’d come from, she dissolved back into the air in the same way that she’s come. Since that day, I’ve never seen her again, but sometimes I feel her presence when I need her help. I guess you could say that I’ve got my very own muse.

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