She Knows She Has Me

My fingernails are hanging on by a thread. I can feel myself slipping I know I will drop to my death I scream all the way down. WHOMP! I hit my chest hard. My eyes flutter open. Bad dream? My muse asks. She is smirking. I hate her. She does this to me at 3 a.m. every morning When she wants me to get up and write. I cover my head and play snore Listening to her giggle. She knows she has me.