I'm just on the inside border of North Carolina at a rest stop on I-95. I didn't have a plan for NC, either. I'm not really sure what I should do here. I was planning on making it farther but my eyes were heavy so I pulled off to nap. It's been raining ever since I left Richmond. And it's been a thoroughly dreary day, I'd add with only one exception.
I, being inclined toward the grim beauty of Poe and somewhat inspired by his woeful existence and his persistent literary genius, I stopped at his Museum there in Richmond, as I had managed to miss out on his birthplace in Boston. I was there admiring the oldest house in Richmond, which housed a portion of the Museum, although never served as a residence of Poe himself, when the doors were opened at 10am. I was greeted quietly by a dark clothed, striking girl whose name escapes me. She was very pretty to say the least, however I can't be certain that she wasn't utterly a figment of my imagination. Her voice was soft, and her smile was genuine. It struck me as unique, her tone and mannerisms.
After I had walked into the first room with the tour card that she had given me, she informed me with a smile that there were two black cats named Edgar and Pluto that roamed the garden area. Then she disappeared into an upper room of where she never returned. Upon heading outside I was, after only a few moments greeted by one of them. No name was on the collar that I could tell but I'm sure it was Pluto. Upon finishing the tour I was slightly disappointed to see that an older man had taken her place behind the desk. He was chatting away with two newcomers desiring to take the tour as well.
Already having the complete works of Poe, I purchased his biography titled, Edgar A. Poe A Biography Mournful and Never-Ending Remembrance.
I signed the guestbook, commenting "beautifully dark" and left.
To the striking figment of my imagination. Goodnight.