Imagination Woke Me Up

Imagination woke me up Spun me on my head, tore off my covers Gave me a grin. I drew up my legs into a fetal position. Not wanting this now. Not in the playing mood, I glared. I groused, but my bathroom needs kicked in. I stomped all the way to the bathroom. In an angry, mad way, To let her know I was furious. Imagination laughed loudly. Could not stop tittering at my expense. Made fun of me, cajoled me with her silliness. Threw pure happy all over my face. I looked in the mirror and rolled my eyes. Damn! I said when I saw my hazel eyes catch. They began to smile. I was no match for my muse Trixie Who was imagination charged now, in full swing. I gave her a pen and she began to write poetry on my walls.