"You know," I said, fingers caught in her hair, "if you wouldn't sleep on it while it was wet, your hair wouldn't get this tangled."

The Muse sat with her back to me, cross-legged in front of the sofa on which I sat. She covered a yawn with the back of her hand and rested between my shins. "Just wake me up once it's untangled. 'M goin' back to sleep."

"Lazy ass," I said, and went to work on the Gordian knot that was her hair.