She hopes that the muse can hear her cry. Hear her calling for sweet inspiration to visit her. See her trying so hard to find those words that build that story and take pity on this wretched, miserable soul.
I should have been in bed but instead I wrote this story.
I got home from work and just felt like writing. This freeform story was only edited for typos and spelling errors. The lovely neon sign was found post writing to match the story. I couldn't have asked for a better one.