Read Jaye Frances | Writer in the Substack appAvailable for iOS and AndroidGet the app I woke up alone.

The quiet stillness in my brain was unusual, even irritating. I snapped my fingers to test my hearing. The clipping sound broke the eerie silence and I closed my eyes, mentally scouring the vacuum that had stolen all signs of input.

I pulled the sheets over my head, terrified.

Apparently, sometime during the night my muse had left me — again.

While she’d gone AWOL before, eventually she always retu...