A dream about a dream.
It was all familiar, it had all happened before even tough it was not a dream I had experienced before, yet clearly I had because as each scene unfolded the déjà vu only resonated more.
The same golden hair, sapphire eyes and pale skin was so close I could physically feel their embrace.
Every other temptation within my grasp; money, freedom, power and rage.
They all meant nothing.
Who is this muse as they are one of three who constantly visits and what do they want from me?
If only I could remember each detail I’m sure I’d have the answer for that which I seek.