It had been years since she'd tried writing, having done it as a little kid, then stopping when the first person told her what she wrote was crap. She hadn't picked up a pen except to do homework since.
Some might say she didn't take criticism well. She probably would have shrugged at them and said it didn't matter anyway.
When she looked back on this particular moment, she would never know why she had sat down at her computer, pull up a blank document, and start to write... She would never put a finger on what possessed her to not start on the homework due soon... But start a story to vent the day she'd had.
It hadn't been a horrible day... Just one of those straws that breaks the camel's back sort of days. She was tired; she was upset at nothing in particular... And she was writing.
Later, her eyes cracked open to the glaring light from her computer's screensaver. She faintly remembered turning it on, sitting down, and writing... But she couldn't remember what she'd written or why. Or when she'd fallen asleep... Or when she'd moved to her own bed to do so.
She blinked groggily, feeling slightly drained, but better than she had when she'd come home. Her hand reached down to throw the blanket off of her and froze mid-motion.
It wasn't the cotton of her comforter that she felt, or silk or velvet that her fingers ran across, though it felt vaguely like that... Her hand pulled back, then dared to brush against it again.
Again her mind processed the feeling as feathers.
The first thought in her mind was that her cat had killed something and strewn it all over her bed while she'd slept. The next thought was that her mother had banished Fluffy to the outdoors for the week because he'd scratched up her sofa.
After that, her thoughts were pure confusion, but one thing remained sure: there were feathers in her bed and she didn't know where they came from.
She tried to rationalize it before doing anything further... Tried to think if she had a feather comforter or pillow that might have exploded while she'd slept... She knew she didn't, but she was grasping at straws to find where sense had gone.
Finally she was forced to look at the feathers to figure it out.
That was when she got the next largest shock of her life: the feathers weren't strewn over her bed in a random pattern... They were carefully laid over her body... In fact, they were still attached to a very large wing that seemed to be draped over her like a blanket.
That wing wasn't any typical bird color, nevermind bird size, it was golden and almost seemed to radiate an aura of it. She took a deep breath and grasped the wing and pulled it off of her.
Or at least she tried.
The problem with that was that the wing was still attached to whoever it belonged to and all she got for her trouble was a grunt of reluctance. And that was all her brain could handle.
With a short, stifled scream, she flung herself out of her bed and out into the middle of her bedroom floor, shuffling backwards until her back struck her computer desk.
In complete disbelief, she stared at what now occupied her bed.
A man. A topless man. A topless man with wings. Who was glowing that same soft golden color as his wings, only all over. As she watched, it faded until it was just skin and feathers. And eyes. Bright green gold eyes that almost seemed to look through her... No, into her.
She grabbed her computer desk leg for the sense of something familiar, something stable. Because as of ten seconds ago, her world had ceased to be so.
Those eyes watched her for a few more seconds, then seemed to finally comprehend what they were looking at. He gave a yawn and sat up, stretching his wings out. "Ah, good, you're finally awake. I know the first time can really drain you, but wasn't expecting it to take that much."
She didn't respond, just stared, until his smile faded a bit. "What's the matter?"
Her eyes closed briefly, then reopened to still find him there... The problem? That he hadn't vanished was the problem. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.
Finally she found her words. "Who are you?" "Me? I'm just your Muse." He grinned at the look on her face. "Yeah, thought you might have forgotten 'bout me." His smile softened a bit and he added, "Name's Cel."
With that, she fainted.