Head full of Ideas

An Eiffel tower with a red bow popped up in the back Of a head full of unauthorized ideas encouraged by whom? Strings of pearls began lounging around, hanging from her poofy hair Who is in charge of this dream? She asked her busy muse. Tea kettles and pears, the muse replied tea kettles and pears. She woke with a start. Sweat in the small of her back. Her nightie clung to her chest, feeling scratchy. She picked up an ink pen with lavender ink. Heard the sound of her muse laughing. There were no words now, no memories. No ideas, nothing at all.