The Muse

          She sat there, alone. Waiting. Watching. Then, she saw it. The only thing that made anything worth while. She loved everything about it. The victorian architecture, the fantasy-like landscape and its overall aura. She could just picture her and her future family inside its ivory walls. She saw her kids picking flowers in the backyard. She saw Thanksgiving dinner set out at a large farmhouse table. She saw her husband sitting on the back porch, under the stars, with a bottle of Chardonay. And as quickly as it came, it vanished. The bus continued down the road, reminding her that it was all just a dream.