Written During Geography Class (haha)

When you lay in bed at night, do you think of me? Do you dream of far away fantasy places, or of coffee and a warm toasty chair? Do you like the grit of a job well done, and the beaming glow from inside that comes with it? Do you relish in felt-tipped, black-ink pens and rustic, used & abused journals? Who do you pour your thoughts out to? Does your heart flow freely or does it require coaxing? How often do you get lost in a great book? Do you read about people, places, or things? Do you model yourself after your favorite character & embrace the very essence of their (fictional) soul? I lack the key to your heart and thoughts. I want to know you more. I want to be your muse.