Lanterns are pretty

I got nothing. I don't know why I'm writing right now. I'm filling up empty space with nothing at all interesting. I've stared at this blank space for a while. Still, nothing. It took me forever to come up with a non-status on Facebook.
I search for inspiration. I'm looking for my muse.
And, I'm denied. I'm missing my muse.
Actually, I think my muse is sleeping.
Laying on the bed, next to Daisy.