March 9, 2016

White Dog said, "Zsofia is making Dad a special welcome home gift on the bed." I rested my head on the keyboard. "Am I going to need to meditate for calm before going in?" "Not if you act quickly."

I took a deep breath and crossed the hallway.

I was momentarily distracted by the phone ringing. After taking the call, I turned to find that the artiste had removed the art installation leaving only a fine dusting of bark and dirt in memory.

"I guess the muse deserted our Darkest One," White Dog concluded.