bold your muse’s preference!

go into the future/past
never age physically/mentally
lose your eyesight/hearing
the first/last to die in a group
have it constantly dark/light
extreme cold/hot weather
have ringing in your ear/see hallucinations
the deep sea/far in outer space
be apathetic/ignorant
get even/over it
always tell the truth/lie
change the color of your hair/eyes
to kill/be killed 
give/take bad advice

Call me at 4am. Wake me up. I don’t care, I just want to hear your voice. Tell me about the bad dream you had, tell me why you can’t fall asleep. Tell me why you prefer to talk at night, or why the words only come spilling from your mouth when you think no one is listening.

I am here. I will listen to you when your shoulders feel heavy; I will hear your words when you feel so crushingly small. I will sit with you in silence when you are slumped against your pillow. I know your sadness is not beautiful, I know it is overwhelming and destructive and ugly. I know you feel powerless and redundant.

So call me at 4am. I prefer you over sleep any day. Don’t sit there on your own. Talk to me. I love you and I care.