BeMused

Dear Andrew

I don’t know who you are and who you represent but you didn’t make an impression. You came to me for an interview, and looked rather impressive in your business suit, confident, smiling and not too cocky. You sat down in my office as I had instructed. Then when I introduced you to my team for that all important interview, and the guest interviewer was a woman from hell, that was your cue to say something instead of looking around for someone else to take over. If you wanted a role on my team, you had to be vocal and stand up to that corporate witch. And when I directed questions at you, and called you repeatedly by name, you should have sold yourself instead of looking around like a lost puppy.

Therefore I inform you that you have not been successful for the position. Shame, you would have made good eye candy, albeit a bit too young eye candy for my liking. I wish you well and hope you grow up into something more since looks alone wrapped in a business suit don’t make a man.

Yours Sincerely
Ms Cléa B. Mused
Director
cbmused dot com

PS But you’re welcome back into my dreams anytime. Next time say something more than just your name, will you?

A less than fleeting dream, lasting moments of an eternity. A feel good sensation, a heart-warming emotion, a smile that screamed silent sentiments.

An enduring longing, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste in the daylight.

At some stage in the night I woke up from a dream, and in the dream I was in the process of building a house. Let me point out that I know nothing about building anything in my waking life, or it would seem, in my sleeping life either.

The house was all timber, as in there were no bricks. I was up to the bit where I had all the cladding on outside, had partially built half a roof, but them suddenly decided I needed to build a second story extension.

So I set about making the first beam and then I had that fast-forward thing where it was nearly finished. It even had furniture, a TV and ornaments in it - the only problem was that it had no stairs.

So I quickly decided a spiral staircase in the entry hall was required, and no sooner had I thought of it when I was standing on the top rung. I recall it was very rickety as I had only just installed it and it wasn’t secured properly to the floor of the second story.

At this point I looked around and as the staircase wobbled back and forth, so did the entire house. I realised that although it appeared to be almost complete and self supporting, I had actually not put a single nail in… anywhere. It was like a house of cards, all leaning against itself.

And there was I, standing on top of a shoddilly installed spiral staircase deliberately wobbling it…

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