Trixie tries to get me to write

My muse Trixie does a cartwheel into the hallway I am not amused; pretend I have not noticed. She throws a blue elephant into my toaster at breakfast. He hits me with his trunk on the way out. I act like this is normal. She walks through the livingroom riding on the head of a lion She is whistling a bawdy song that would have my husband blush. If he could hear her. Luckily, he can’t. A large green spaceship comes crashing down through my roof. I give Trixie my mean side eye glance. My dogs follow her as she skips down the hall. They are barking their heads off. What is that about? My husband asks. He looks annoyed. I give in and pick up my pen. Trixie 1 Me 0