The Muse, 2


The next morning, Weldon wakes up feeling a bit more refreshed. He heads to the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee, still thinking about Anaïs. He wonders if there’s more to her than just a playful muse.

As he sips his coffee, he looks out the window and sees Anaïs standing in the street below. She’s wearing a flowing dress today, and Weldon can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in his chest. He finishes his coffee and heads over to the window.

“Anaïs, can I talk to you?” he calls down to her.

Anaïs looks up at him, her face beaming. “Of course, écrivain! What’s on your mind?”

Weldon takes a deep breath and decides to be honest. “I feel like we don’t really know each other, Anaïs. I mean, you’re my muse, but I don’t know anything about you. What do you like to do? What are your dreams?”

Anaïs’s face takes on a more serious expression. “I understand, écrivain. It’s true, we haven’t talked much about me. I suppose I just assume you’re not interested, since I’m so different from you.”

Weldon shakes his head. “No, that’s not true. I want to know more about you.”

Anaïs smiles and gestures for him to come outside. Weldon hesitates for a moment, but then he decides to take the risk. He grabs his keys and heads out the door, making his way down the stairs.

When he reaches the street, he looks up at Anaïs, who seems even more beautiful up close. She takes his hand gently and leads him on a walk through Paris, pointing out different landmarks and telling him stories about her own adventures in the city.

Weldon listens intently, realizing that Anaïs is much more than just a playful giantess. She’s smart, funny, and has a deep love for the city she calls home. By the time they make it back to Weldon’s apartment, he feels like he’s made a real connection with his muse.

As he heads back inside, he can’t wait to start writing again, armed with a new sense of inspiration and understanding. He feels grateful for Anaïs, his muse, but also for the chance to get to know her as a person.


Weldon wakes up on Monday morning, feeling groggy and uninspired. He gets out of bed, stretches, and heads to the kitchen to make some coffee. As he stands at the counter, he looks out the window and sees Anaïs, his muse, standing in the street below.

“Bonjour, Weldon!” she calls up to him with a wave.

Weldon smiles and waves back, feeling a bit of his creative energy return. He grabs his coffee and heads over to the window to chat with her.

“Good morning, Anaïs. How are you today?” he asks.

“I’m feeling playful, as always. What about you? Are you feeling inspired yet?” she replies, grinning mischievously.

Weldon rolls his eyes, but can’t help but laugh. “Not yet, but I’m sure I will be soon.”

As he sips his coffee, Weldon looks out at the city and feels a sense of gratitude. He loves living in Paris, even if he’s struggling with his writing. And he’s grateful for Anaïs, even if she can be a bit too playful at times.

Later that day, as Weldon sits at his desk trying to come up with ideas, Anaïs pops into his head. He wonders what she’s up to, and if she’s ever faced struggles of her own.

He decides to take a break from writing and heads out for a walk, hoping to run into her. Sure enough, as he turns a corner, he sees Anaïs walking down the street. She’s wearing a colorful dress and carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“Anaïs, hey!” he calls out to her.

She turns around and smiles when she sees him. “Weldon! What a pleasant surprise. How’s the writing going?”

Weldon shrugs. “It’s been a bit of a struggle lately. I feel like I’m stuck.”

Anaïs nods sympathetically. “I know the feeling. Sometimes inspiration can be elusive. But you can’t force it. You just have to keep living your life and trust that the ideas will come.”

Weldon nods, feeling comforted by her words. They continue walking, chatting about Paris and their own personal struggles. Weldon feels like he’s getting to know Anaïs as a person, not just as his muse.

As they part ways, Weldon feels a renewed sense of inspiration. He heads back to his apartment and starts writing, the words flowing more easily now that he’s taken a break and talked to Anaïs.

He realizes that Anaïs is not just a playful giantess, but a thoughtful and insightful companion on his creative journey. He’s grateful for her, and for the chance to get to know her as a person.

Written in collaboration with ChatGPT

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