Postcards from the muse

*sorting through mail*

Viv: Hrrrm. Let's see. Junk. Junk. Junk. Porn. Junk. Junk. Bills. What's this?

*Viv flips over a postcard and reads it. The picture on the front is of Milan*

*cue voiceover from Viv's Muse. She sounds like smooth whiskey.*

Muse: Buon pomeriggio darling! I'm currently vacationing in Milan, as you can see in the postcard. I just arrived yesterday after Amsterdam. Yes, I am following your favorite band around Europe...what else did you think I was going to do while you worked insane hours and mentally went into drone mode with work? A muse needs light, warmth, rest, creativity and occasionally interesting sights to keep her mind busy. Not to mention, I'm finding the band and their crew to be quite a delightful group of people to travel with.

In any case, I thought I'd drop you a line and let you know I'm alright. I hope that you are also well and will come out of your mental bunker soon enough. I remember how tired you looked -- the weariness not only held you down, but also me. And so, I had to leave.

Don't worry darling, I'll be home soon enough. I'm running out of luck and money -- not to mention, my laundry needs to be cleaned.

Ciao bella!

*Viv crumples up the postcard*

Viv: Bitch. At least she could get me a T-shirt.